I was driving and I came across my beloved friend, in his business suit, just crossed the road to wait for a bus to take him into the world. I stopped and started talking to him through the moonroof in Goldie Honda. He was unhappy about going, dreading all the hassles and misery and expectations. I convinced him to let me take him back to the other side of the street where we could talk. I was saying beautiful and true things to him. As I was waking up, he'd just gotten on the roof of my car to ride across with me.
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