Don't take people's cookies without asking.
R. showed up in my dream last night, but she wasn't shrouded in the hazy gray cloud that bogged us down on Grace Street that year. Instead, she was hugging me and being very supportive of the fictionalized situation. I was looking for work at an unfamiliar institution, and we were roommates again. I explained to her that I was very sorry for raiding her pantry without her knowing, and she cooly said, "It's fine, it's fine, it's all fine now..."
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