“Go ahead and get that tattoo,” I growled.
“It will make you easier to identify when they
come for you!”
Then I woke up.
It was the only thing I remember from my extensive
epic dreams of last night.
My girls have been going through an intense Hunger Games / Maze Runner / The Giver /
The Fifth Wave phase. You know, all
those angsty drab-washed teen dystopia movies.
And I’ve been listening in on them watching a little
too much …
[On an unrelated-except-to-the-post-title note, though
I am not a big Rolling Stones fan and never was, I figured out the chords to “Start
Me Up,” possibly the most personally annoying tune of all time for me, and have
not been able to stop playing it on my acoustic … argh!]
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