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Every now and then I have these dreams that I am some kind of animal running through the forest at night. I am a member of a pack and we are hunting. We corner our prey, make the kill, and begin feeding. I'mright in there with them, muzzle to muzzle, tearing at flesh, when I get something caught in my tooth. I try to dislodge it with my tongue, but can't. So I ask if anyone has any dental floss.
That's when I wake up, soaked with sweat and haunted by the coppery take of blood in my mouth.
My brother, David, tells me not to worry about this, that it happens to all Boylan men - something about an old family curse. Does anyone have any information on this?
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