had a dream about you last night.” “Oh, yeah?” He moves closer to me, all sexily, and I roll my eyes. “Not that kind of dream. It kind of sucked.” At the questioning look on his face, I explain. “I was a duck, like a duckling, and I was following you around everywhere, and you got mad at me. You called me a stupid duck and tried to kick me, and I tried to tell you that it was me, but you couldn’t understand me.”
