Last night, suddenly and out of nowhere, I swore I smelled booze. It was that gross musty beer or stale liquor smell. Like you’d inhale at a dive bar, yeasty or something. Only I was on my couch sipping tea watching Netflix. There was no booze there.
In a dream two nights ago, I was looking cute in a slender gray suit, shooting th…
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