You're holding my sketch pad, and I blush all over to see you've discovered the pussy/cat picture I drew.


You're holding my sketch pad, and I blush all over to see you've discovered the pussy/cat picture I drew. I tell you about the dream, being vague at first, but your questions finally extract all the details from me. As I flip the omelet onto plates and move things to the table, I figure your smirk is because you think I'm really wierd. As we sit down to eat, you start to say something, and it takes a couple attempts before you blurt out "You know, it's partially my fault.

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