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Nightmare

I had a dream last night,

Of her bringing her ex into our house,

Pulling him by the hand,

Taking him right to the bedroom,

Not saying a word to me,

Or looking my way . . .


It’s got to be one of the worst ways anyone could wake up. 


CH 12/18/25

 
 
 

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