last night I had a dream that I happened upon someone who read this journal. I knew him from seeing him around providence. he had a "deer tick" tattoo on his neck and was very sweet as he told me how he liked my writing. he flattered me with his adoration and we rode our bikes around and went through buildings. I was late for work. he was a smoker and even though I liked him, I knew things wouldn't happen.
I don't date smokers anymore.
I don't dare date addicts.
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