To dream of a past where groups danced and the band played on all night. She stared up at the ceiling and saw visions of wet sand and bongo drums.
To dream. To dream. Oh she could taste the raspberry dreams. They were sweet, sticky, and sumptuous. She wanted to stare at the ceiling forever.
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