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Fractured Jaw Dreams
This past night I dreamed I was eating a hamburger. It wasn't even a good burger (never mind that I always like cheese on my burgers because I'm not terribly fond of burgers in the first place); it was from one of those fast-food joints, only someone had the good sense to remove the pickle.
What made the dream special was that I was able to eat it.
What made the dream special was that I was able to eat it.
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