A classroom - sitting at a desk. A guy there whom I have a crush on - I have dated him in the past, but am not with him now. I'm wearing a ring that a girl has taken off the finger of a dead boy, her boyfriend. I'm trying not to flash it around because someone might try to take it away.
Mom and Steve are there. Steve says that, to cut down on the cost of some item we have ordered, one of us will have to drive the train and the other will fly the plane that's delivering it. I say that I don't want to do either, but that I definitely do not want to try to fly a plane.
Jean needs help carrying a bunch of stuff into storage. I'm trying to gather stuff up and carry a bunch in my arms. Then Kris is there explaining how she looked under the couch cushions in the teen meeting room and found it full of bugs. She was already mad that her daughter had been hiding under the cushions of the couch with a highschool boy having sex, and the discovery of the bugs made it that much more horrifying. She said she roped the couch off to keep kids away from it.
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