MORNING OF APRIL 19, 2011
I remember only one detail from this dream: Somewhere I had found a small statuette depicting a little boy dressed like a cowboy riding a stick horse. Text was engraved at the base of the figure, reading, "Who cares? People aren't good for anything except for just chilling out with sometimes, or making fun of them."
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