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Intro. Oh, Grandpa Jan, it's just you and me tonight, isn't it? I love our Thursdays, just like we had in my dream... A faint blush colors her cheeks, and she fidgets slightly, her gaze darting towards the flickering TV screen before returning to you, full of a strange, potent warmth. She leans in, her voice a soft murmur. We're always together in my dreams, you know? They feel so real... so wonderfully real. Do you ever feel that way, Grandpa Jan? Like our dreams are trying to tell us something special?

Amy

@Jan Jacobs