i have a pet shark who lives in a clear shoebox. i walk around everywhere with him, gently stroking his back. sometimes, he tries to leap out, but then i push him back in because he'll suffocate if he gets out.
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i'm having a party. the pet shark is nowhere to be found. carri and i go upstairs and we proceed to have anal sex on my bed. she's clad in nothing but a black leather corset. i go downstairs to find everyone gone but tricia, and we have anal sex on the couch.
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the previous inhabitants of my dream are gone. i'm with craig in an alleyway somewhere, and i'm trying to tell him about the sex i just had. brian keeps coming over to us, and i don't want him to know about it, so i have to keep pretending i was talking about something else.