I had a dream last night about Mikey, Brit, and Michelle. We were “tourist shopping” in Wickford Village, in Rhode Island. But it had turned into something that looked a lot more like Sturbridge Village, in Mass. Very kitchy and touristy. At one point, we lost Michelle, and Mikey said, “Oh, don’t worry. You know […] ↓ Read the rest of this
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