Last night I dreamt about Heath Ledger in London, and I was so filled with nostalgia when I woke up that for a long time I couldn't wrap my mind around him actually being dead; I was trying to separate the truth from my dream. It hit me as I was reading the paper during breakfast (I had scrambled eggs and apricot-ginger sausages, totally delicious
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