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Body lessons

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Monday, March 21 2016

Meghan, two unfamilar women and I were in a room with a bed. It might have been a hotel. One of the women was petite. The other was our instructor or leader. She was giving us lessons on our bodies. The instructor told us to take off our shirts. I think Meghan kept hers on, but the small woman and I took ours off. She pointed out the difference between our chests. Women have breasts for babies, and men don't have breasts. She poked my chest. The woman put her shirt back on. The instruc

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Dance troupe in the street

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Tuesday, February 16 2016

JP and I were standing on his balcony, which faced north instead of east. It was larger than the actual balcony. We were looking down on a street that sort of reminded me of a midway at Universal Studios Orlando. There were some New York-style buildings along it. The street was blocked off for a performance. A dance troupe was promoting a movie. A set of people came out and danced. Two of them held a large banner with the movie's title (I don't remember what it was). Then the first se

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Strange show at a movie theater

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Saturday, April 14 2012

Tim, Etienne and I were in a movie theater lobby. Etienne went off to a movie by herself, and Tim and I walked toward our theater. I turned a corner and sat down in a seating area. My seat was in a corner next to a short wall to my right. Some kind of show was going on with a woman dancing to a few spectators. The woman walked up to me and pressed her chest into my face. She was wearing a T-shirt. Her breasts pressed against my face, and I sat there motionless. I had no reaction, and I kept a s

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Vanessa's in my room

Tuesday, March 16 2004

Vannessa was hanging out in my room. Tim Vines was sitting on his computer. He got up to return a movie, so we were alone in the room. She was telling me a story of some game she was playing on the Internet. She couldn't think what it was about, so she started spurting off names and information. She talked about an old man with bushy eyebrows, motorcycles, science and other things. She couldn't think of what to call it, and she was pacing around the room. I said, "pop culture?

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