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October 8, 2017
It's like those five weeks never happened, like they were part of a dream I'm not even sure I had, or it was a figment I conjured as I drifted into quasi-daydream while lingering in bed between the original alarm and the snooze. Did I date this guy and his dog, lounge around with them on their bed, watch movies on a 65-inch TV with them, and stroll around the reservoir with them, or is it all my mind extrapolating "what could have been" from a chance meeting with a tall handsome stranger taking his big dog for a walk?