And in my dream we were running through this massive complex and we couldn’t find our seats for the Zefron Movie Marathon. And B.W. was there dressed like a slutty storybook character. And M.L. was wearing the most beautiful John Galliano gown that she wore at prom. But I’ve never been to prom with her. And P.M. gave up while we were running through velvet-wallpapered corridors because he simply didn’t care about Zefron. And none of us really cared but we kept running because it was a dream. That’s just what you do.
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