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sleeping with my head on the opposite side of the bed, under the ceiling fan

--a rabbit that was not mine, but belonged to the owner of the house in which there was a party, that I kept trying to capture to put into a room because I feared for it running loose around the many-storied house with so many strangers in it.

--the rabbit had an elongated neck. About 1-2 feet long. I tried to not get sidetracked by that.

--a photo on a black and white tabloid that showed many people, famous people, with suddenly elongated necks

--Chris H. nearby. Me telling him from across a room that I am attracted to him and why did I need to hide it. Me, making faces as I said such things, nose crinkling, trying not to laugh or cry.

--Pat, in a tub of water with all of his clothes on.

--me, leaning in and whispering, I love you, Pat, and he whispering, I love you, Wendy.

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