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me: i like my men cute and fuzzy.

anne: like your...peaches.

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the dream came back. there's not much to it, but it always wakes me up.

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i'm waking in my tent and i can feel the grey light on my skin. i can't remember whether i fell asleep early and am waking up a couple hours later, just after the sun set, or if i've slept through the night and the sun is about to rise.

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i unzip my rain fly and pull it back, but there's just air and light. i don't know where i am. i don't know what time it is, or what i'm supposed to be doing. there's a glow over the horizon. for a moment i can't hear anything.

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then i hear the voice. weirdly, it reminds me of a guy who sat behind me in my death and dying, special studies class. he says, dawn and dusk are the same to someone who can't find east.

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and he's right.