I had a drinking dream last night. In it, I downed a glistening pint of golden ale in a chic pub on a summer day. I drank it mindlessly and quickly, so that its buzz hit me before I’d even realized what I’d done. I called my Dream Boyfriend, someone who doesn’t exist in real […]
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