Smiles of a Friday Eve
The past couple nights my vivid and odd dreams have not failed to show up. The night I wrote my previous entry about Scott I had a rather graphic dream involving a lot of lip contact on a bed. I don't think it went much further, although I remember that when my sister burst into the room Scott at least was sans shirt. I believe we locked the door
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