Last month my one professor friend who studies (modern) (Czech) literature texted me about a dream she had --
I dreamt i had to tell you i was running late because i was helping a male stripper who had melted his penis tip by swing [sic] it around candle flames...but I'd be there soon
-- and I texted --
Was that what really happened, or an excuse you made up
-- and she texted --
Not made up. Really delayed me trying to fix things
. . .
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