Previously in a weak moment, Iris confided in me --- within earshot of her little sister, Lola -- that she has a recurring nightmare that Lola is chasing her around the house with a knife. This afternoon, Lola chased Iris about, screaming, "KILL KILL KILL" and feigning stabbing motions. "It's like your dream, Iris! It's like your dream!" she shouted merrily. "It's the KILLING GAME!"
Sometimes I'm afraid to turn my back on them.
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oh thank god lola has no idea about my dreams.
This afternoon, Lola chased Iris about, screaming, "KILL KILL KILL" and feigning stabbing motions.
To quote Arlo Guthrie...
And the sergeant came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."
Didn't feel too good about it.
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2amsomewhere
(wonders if dumps are closed on the Fourth of July)
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