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There was a boat. Going under a bridge. Maybe in England. It may have been one of those amusement park love boat rides. Grace and Dennis were dancing. It may have been the titanic. I was at home. With will c. He was young and blonde and like Caroline. Or that guy I watched smoking cigarettes and throwing stones at the wall of Cloyne. He was distraught. I was trying really hard to help him. I didn't want him. I just wanted to comfort some one. I was caressing him. My mom walked in. She started yelling and accusing me of things. Caroline killed the rat again. Swung it and accidentally let go at the top of its arc. It flew and hit the pole chris capune made to hold all our beanie babies. Not that they all fit but... I suppose she thought I was a pedophile. Other things might have happened.