I am terrified of cockroaches. It doesn’t matter if they’re just an image, behind a glass enclosure, or completely imaginary. I will freak out over them. TBE finds this terribly funny. He’ll point over to a pine cone at night and tell me to watch for the cockroach or tell me there’s one on my back and giggle as I whimper. That’s love, I tell you. With that in mind, here goes the dream:
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