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Memory, AwakeIt wasn’t until almost a week later that Paul realized he knew the redheaded man.Memory, Awake by *letitbecaptured
It was the dream that did it. Normally he fell deeply into sleep at the end of the day, sometimes after a good wank to thoughts of the counter girl at the pharmacy on the corner; but that night, a few beers caused him to nod off into the almost unintelligible land of dream country, the one which insisted he had seen the epileptic man before.
He awoke thirsty and disoriented, blinked owlishly around at the sparse furnishings of his room, and closed his eyes again. The memory of the ginger-haired man was still fresh in his min
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