You have a recurring dream where you are wandering in a city, naked, and encounter a wheeled rack of hand-painted denim shorts. The only ones big enough to fit over your hips are hideous. A wolf is painted on the crotch, with a red, lolling tongue. Nonetheless you wear them. Only then, you see that they are signed by the artist, and the artist is Noah Kaplan, your novelist ex-boyfriend.
Your friend Judith, who is a therapist and always records her dreams, thinks this nightmare is hilarious.
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A Quiet Root 