nineteen dreamt of being held motionless in a space station, a boy wearing a 50's football jacket and trying to protect me from the futuristic dictatorial powers that controlled the last of civilization. I was happy that he was inviting me to the barbeque despite the rules against pairing. I tried to buy a pack of cigarettes, but a friend stopped me, reminded me of my pregnancy. I woke up and moved closer. 061013
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