Oh Dreams.. You do so make me feel

 I was sorta captive and a man who was responsible (again - not REALLY captive -  i wasnt in danger) traced his cigarette smelling finger around my face. AND DEAR READER DID I FEEL THINGS. TINGS. GOOD THINGS. 
Then i thought but i love that woman (who was also a part of the whole thing) And I think i did! And it would mean i choose againt her! but i felt i also felt things for that man,
Tru things.
Also I needed to be present at the court of law, as a witness. A Stuttering Witness.
THat was equally important as that mans finger.

Again  -- NOT GAYE
so very much
i love the smell of smoke..

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