In this dream, I was in an open restaurant—it was totally open. It was daytime, and red decorations on the ceiling were reflecting red light everywhere. I was sitting at a round brown table with the father of the Love That Hurt blog girl, and we were talking about life. Just all the life stuff. It was refreshing. I don't know why the hell he came into my dream, bruh, but the thing I remember was that he was wearing a royal blue non-collar T-shirt. The sports one, the kind where the fabric feels very silky and plastic. #life #shorts RSS
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