i dreamt the cure for death. i dreamt of ice-skating and ice cream and blocks of ice in the road. i dreamt of football and doctors and a man with a tongue like a file. adrienne and eden hopkins were there, buying dresses. meanwhile i spoke to a man (with a catalogue of posters) who was obsessed with the number 36. have you seen 36 fillette i asked him. he stared at me in shock and wrote that down. cheap jewelry on racks in this shop like stale candy; tasteless color everywhere.
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we saw harry potter last night!
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we saw harry potter last night!