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had a really fucked up dream about my old cat picasso, i was walking around with paul in the suburbs holding him, he seemed to be injured, an then i opend some gate in the driveway of some strangers house an put him down inside, then i couldnt close the gate, i dont know why i was doing this an it was really fucking with me, i couldnt close the gate an desperatly felt i needed to, all the time im trying to hes just sitting up meowing at me, i felt really fucking sad, finally the gate closed an i left, i woke up feeling seriously traumatized, but at the same moment i woke up princeton walked over to me an plopped down next to me purring, for a second i thought i had picasso again an i was really sad, at least princeton was there to make me feel better.
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