Goddammit I hate bad dreams. Stephanie and I had a small fight, which is very rare, especially after 17 years, but we did. So I woke up from a fucking nightmare as a result. Damn, she is sleeping fine. What a weird fucking dream. Something about a mall. My Aunt was in it, which makes sense because I spoke with her on the phone the other day. But we got in a fight in a large public face, which is like probably one of my biggest fears, and of course everyone in the mall was booing me because I am an asshole. Damn.

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