A very strange dream. I was with a girl, but it was not you. It was a different girl I used to hang out with. We were hanging and petting at the places you and I used to hide and make out.
Like your mother, this girl's mother was constantly out looking for us. But it was not her mother or your mother, but the mother of my best friend.
It was all very confusing, but very comforting to dream about all of these people.
I went by those old places the next day. They are all gone, or dilapidated. I cried a little bit. Maybe they were never so great in the first place, but they seem so much worse now. Part of me wants to buy them and fix them back up, but part of me wants to light them on fire and watch them burn. I have mixed feelings, I guess.
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