It’s misty and raining out, there’s classical music (Tchaikovsky) on, and in my mind I’m back at the old flat on Baker street and someone’s making tea.
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“So we were married, in the dream you were having? What did we even do?” “We were poor. You worked in an office. I wrote novels. Real fucked up ones. We wrote together sometimes. Watched a lot of movies, drank[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…