My brother was chasing me up Spirit Mountain. It was an evil, dangerous chase, not a fun chase. I had a hair dryer in my left hand and a brush in my right. I raised both above my head and began to float up and over the mountain, but they couldn't power me enough to rise very high. Jake managed to wrest the brush from me and raised it over his head. He started to float, too, and wasn't very far behind me. The city was spread below me like candy-colored Monopoly hotels.
I ran into George Clooney. I knew Julia Roberts was going to be in town, so I pressed him for details. He brushed me off. I knew in my head that he wasn't interested in talking about it because he was gay.
I was in my boyfriend's dad's apartment. He had a hot tub that had a mattress cover you could zip on to make it a bed. There was a toilet attached in the corner of the unit (it had separate piping and everything; it was just modeled that way). "I could live here," I thought.
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