It's her birthday and she's happy. They go out for dinner and she's serenaded by a string quartet.
The cat sees a ghost and tells me where to find it. We meet with him and are given a task so that he will be able to fade out.
I'm lost, looking for something(one) in the woods. I see a trail marked by luminous white pebbles and follow it to a pond. Someone has already disturbed the waters so I sit and watch the ripples.
You take me home and we make sopapillas with honey. You lick the honey off my fingers.
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