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  • A vague dream about a haunted castle full of children. It's dirty and damp and dim and no one is wearing pants. Then I am on the phone with Madonna. I am telling her that I want to get wedding rings before I go on tour so that I'll be wearing them. She says there isn't anything she can do about that and sounds tired and sad. I tell her I feel like I'm never going to see her again and there is a long pause. I say it sounds like maybe that's true and if it is she should just say so. She just sighs and says "Shit." I think about how easy it is to say these words right now but how devastated I will be as soon as I hang up.
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