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Daniel nodded and once Patrick left the room, he scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. The cold, stickiness was clinging to him and his clothes as he sighed and removed the clothes. Tossing them to the dirty clothes pile he had going on. Walking to the bathroom, he cleaned himself and snippets of the dreams continued to flash before his eyes.
He sank down to his knees as he took in a shaky breath. Why did I dream of that now? It has been weeks since I last had it... Shaking his head, he stood back up and turned off the light. Grabbing his boxers and his last pair of shorts and t-shirt, he walked to Patrick's room and knocked.
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So life gave you lemons. Dilemma is...make lemonade, pie, or squirt life in the eye? I say do all three if you have enough of them.
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