moar dreemz
Ah, scotch infused dreams are wacky. There were random grocery store adventures, but during which there was a breaking of glass caused by me and someone else toppling over something. I didn't get cut exactly, but I got dozens of tiny, nearly invisible but still painful glass shard splinters in my hand. I managed to obtain a tweezer-like thing, but no one would let me stay still long enough to pluck them out.
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