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I dreamt I killed a serial murderer by sticking her in the side with the pin of my brooch.

Rae and I slowdanced to The Rolling Stones and kissed as I held a spatula in my hand. I was in the middle of making pancakes. I burnt the first one — it was the first time I’d ever burnt a pancake — but it still tasted good.

In the early evening I drifted off to sleep while Vashti prayed in whisper voice the rosary. After waking, I prayed mine for her and she fell into a nap.