What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

It's distressing to me how quickly I can get taken by a pretty face. Know nothing about the lady, save that she's lovely, and next thing you know some artificial version of her is running through my brain non-stop.

I'm old enough, and self-aware enough, now that I see it for what it is and I can have fun with it before leting it go. But as a younger man this odd fact of my personality caused me SO VERY MUCH trouble.
 
I'm thinking of writing a short story based on a dream I had last night. In my dream, I was hiding innocent people from an evil government agency. My house had three different sections: an aviary with a swimming pool and hot tub, a French countryside style kitchen and dining room, and then Addams family style bedrooms and living room. My brain is so fucking random, I tell you.
 
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