This weekend looked so good from afar. Each plan was going to be so fun, so awesome, so exactly what I needed.
But slowly, delicately
everything
fell
through.
Last night I dreamt every dream, all four of them, about Adam. That's how bad my weekend was.
How lame.
How tame.
How much I wished I could have gone dancing.
How much I wish I could have said on
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