I used to dream endless dreams as a boy - they connected from night to night - and the story got more and more complex each night. In those dreams, there was a girl and I adored her so much. That little girl in my dreams has a lot to answer for because the real women in my life just were not her. They could never be her and anyway, I always had, and sti…
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