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Last night I dreamt of Christopher Bailey
I can’t recall the details. It’s still a little fuzzy. You were there and so was I. I think we were lovers, but it wasn’t that sort of dream. We were both dressed wool sweaters and pajamas, and the was a dog near our feet. We were in an English country manor, and we were drinking tea.
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