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February 17, 2005
That night I dreamed of the morning. My plan was executed to perfection. The walk happened in slow motion and I perceived it all from outside of myself. A breeze, made for me alone, brushed my hair across and then out of my face. I looked like a rock star in a Schwepps commercial. Her body quivered. My wink was an exquisite blend of flirtatious flutter camaraderie and intensified, sexual come-get-some intention. She dropped the coffeepot she was holding and charged the door. As she ran, she began to change. She turned into a vicious Rottweiler and I woke up