So David Bowie showed up in my dream last night.
And I sat on the couch near him at a party in my friend Charlotte's
apartment. We talked about our kids. *sigh*
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Sorry, he's not your freebie. We had some words and I explained that you're spoken for. He might be rich, talented and famous but don't underestimate the power of big, dumb, and jealous. Go back to dreaming about Johnny Depp if you're looking for some action.
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