in which you hoped to but didn’t do much, dreams can be terrible. Someone under a streetlight demands sex, nakedly raging. A woman no one’s introduced coerces you into a walk⁠— she’s amiable, but the way soon steepens so you can’t really hear her. You unlatch a gate (thank goodness, a garden) but she hangs […]

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