I need to write this before the mists of memory drift away...
I tossed and turned all night with an acidic burning in my gut. When I did sleep, I had really weird dreams... In the only one I can remember, there were kittens everywhere... kittens with butterfly wings who could not fly and refused to use the litterbox. I was supposed to meet Imelda May for brunch, but she was late. She was trying train one of the kittens, but she could not and ran screaming into the street and smashed my Optima with a baseball bat. Another women draped in flame embraced Imelda and she calmed down. Then the woman in flames took Imelda to Coney Island and bought her a bowl of chili.
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