In my dream

In my dream P is back from death and I am gently maneuvering him around the table while we drift under the pier. He’s worried about election results and I’m filling him in while trying to fix him up with someone cute. “What’s it like over there?” I ask. Much later I’m fingering a Polish guy, but it’s too public to go further.

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