A Flood of WTF

I had a weird dream about Tex last night. I remembered much more detail than usual, un/fortunately.

We were on my high school campus. Tex looked younger, happier. No facial hair. He came running up to me, full of excitement. I was confused–didn’t he break up with me a couple weeks ago? Words flooded from his mouth faster than I could take them in, but I heard enough to understand that he wanted me in his life again, forever. I was too confused to speak.

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