You and Orange Juice

I had a dream about you and orange juice last night. I dreamed that we were at a high school basketball game, and your hair was starting to grow back. You were getting healthier, and you asked me for some orange juice. I ran around searching for orange juice. I ran past players and referees and people with backpacks. I ran up bleachers and in halls and down bleachers. I needed to find you orange juice, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

And then I woke up in my cold, dark room and I realized that your hair isn't growing back, and you aren't getting healthier. And no matter how fast and hard I run to find you orange juice, I can't make you better. I just can't.

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