I had an incredibly, incredibly strange dream last night. While I only remember a few distinct parts, the one that was on my mind this morning when I woke up is this.
In the dream, I was walking up some stairs carrying a bag of buttery, greasy popcorn and a giant bag of cookies. My sister was at the bottom of the stairs and said, "Carolyn, you need to stop eating. You're so fat."
off for a run at Bur Mil.
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