I dreamt that I was chauffeured to an apartment where a throng of my extended pack sung my praises, wished me a long life and gave me meat. Then, I dreamt that I stood on my monkey-person's lap and ordered those gathered to make this a once-a-month event. Then, in my dream, I blacked out in a food coma. And in that coma, I dreamt . . . that I was chauffeured to an apartment . . . Hallie
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miss hallie, i hear you're in the process of signing up for a facebook account! welcome to the club! I just hope your password hasn't been set to something predictable like "misshallie."
your constant admirer,
tji
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