I was wandering in my warm and cozy dreamscape, when I felt a cold hand rubbing against my face. A chill ran down my…

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I was wandering in my warm and cozy dreamscape, when I felt a cold hand rubbing against my face. A chill ran down my…
“My face will have pot holes resembling craters on moon”, I said, exasperated. “Honey, I thought you already have those”, he said, in his…