Dreamt about you last night - you had shoulder-length hair and I had to call you Molly because we were at a family function where your (mostly African-American) relatives were gathered for a wedding. I was supposed to "be" a girl too, but I had bought a dress as myself, telling the store staff that it was to have sex with my girlfriend in (?). It was made of silver circles and tight, but I looked great in it (?) and I was wearing a hat filled with coffee beans.
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Good luck, sweetie.
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