Every year, and it generally only happens once a year, I have a dream about a childhood ex boyfriend. I think I dated him on and off during 6, 7 and 8th grade. He turned into a serious jerk. I'm sad to think that he takes those traits into his adult life. So I guess last night was the once a year get together. And no it wasn't THAT kind of dream. I think I talked to him in a bar. He mentioned he was getting married. I mentioned I was getting married. I couldn't figure out if he was doing all right. He wasn't sure how he'd get home in that he was drunk as hell. I suggested the bus.
And that was it.
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