In my dream last night, Ben Austin had studied typesetting at university. He was smokin' a lot of pot with some other guy. Bea and Nora were in the dream. I was grateful I wasn't smokin' so much pot, cause it'll make you short of breath. My mom told me that I should find either a girlfriend or a boyfriend. I said I don't want a boyfriend. She said Daddy had told her I had gotten shorter since the last time they'd seen me.
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