"Did you have naughty dreams?" he asked facetiously.
"No. I don't have naughty dreams." she admitted, sadly and matter of factly and honestly. "I have this recurring dream scape where, no matter who I'm trying to make out with -- Captain Jack Sparrow, Orland Bloom, Pete Yorn -- nothing ever happens. I mean, like nothing happens. It just ends."
"That's a nightmare," he said, surprised.
"I know, right? But what does that mean?" she pondered the missing letter in her alphabet...
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