Another dream: Jill Emmons, my neighbor and occasional bus-mate, is with me, and she is hitting on me. I am weak —I put my arm around her once, twice —but I consider Carrie, and nothing more happens: there isn’t the time, but I think I will be able to resist. We are watching a movie: Richard III. There is a scene where they pitch pennies (not really) and one character nonchalantly mentions the date on the coin: 1956. We get a chuckle from the subtle humor.
from March to December
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