Last night I had the strangest dream I've had in a long time, mostly because it was not narrative at all:

There was a little girl with a scab running from the corner of her mouth to her chin, and her nose was running in that oblivious little kid kind of way.

There was a picture of a slice of pizza. I kept progressively trying to get the exposure darker.

Then the thought of J.D. Salinger.

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