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i flail like crazy in my sleep. i don't understand it. i'll goto sleep in perfect position, and by morning my blanket is tossed, i've turned a complee 180degrees, hunched up ina corner, thrown my pillow across the room, and contorted my body into the strangest position you could imagine. i must be the most violent sleeper on earth. but you put me in bed with someone else and ill cuddle up and pass out into the most peaceful sleep ever. i knew a girl in highschool who would call me up every now and then just to come over and sleep with her. if i made even the slightest move it was shutdown city, i couldn't understand it at all. all she wanted to do was get stoned and cuddle, no kissing, no fondling, nothing. crazy chick...
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