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Last night I dreamed about the old days when he was seventeen and I was just fourteen. Of course, in my dream I just casually called my mom up from his house at midnight after we had been out on a date and informed her that I would just be spending the night there and going to school the next morning. Like that would have EVER been in the realm of possiblilty! But then again in the same dream I washed my hair in an outdoor faucet in someone's yard in the middle of town on my way to being an hour late for school. I just made him pull over the car right there because I couldn't go to school unless I had at least washed my hair! It was one of those "Herbal Essence" kind of moments too. I am nutty. I know.

Posted by gwendolyn on August 07, 2001 at 10:19 AM