My dreams are untroubled. It's as if I have a giant anti-pest strip over our bed. They're odd sometimes, and I can't remember them as I did once. Maybe the series was canceled and I'm left with daytime reverie reruns, which is fine as long as I can separate them from hard daylight. I believe there is a Cleveland though I've never been there because - why not? I don't invest anything and, besides, why would anyone make up a Cleveland? I don't really believe in anything which can't be proved, though I've flown to places I've never been. It's a Texas point of faith that you never do or say anything you haven't said or done before, and you never go where you haven't already been. If someone questions the logic of that premise it just means they're from Cleveland.
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Nothing Follows
