But there really weren’t sweet dreams. There were sweets…
Which I devoured with my cousins and sister…
And there was a crazy dream with a hawkmoth burrowing itself into my finger – creating a giant, infected, bloated hole.
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But there really weren’t sweet dreams. There were sweets…
Which I devoured with my cousins and sister…
And there was a crazy dream with a hawkmoth burrowing itself into my finger – creating a giant, infected, bloated hole.
