I was out at a cabin in the woods, far from work or home. There was a group of young girls staying there. The cabin was owned by an old woman with white hair. We were nearing the end of our stay and having to return home and to work. I was standing in the kitchen with the woman and she was telling me that I could come back anytime I wanted. I didn’t need to worry that her door wasn’t open, so I was thinking about how I could work and return to the cabin to enjoy myself.
 
 
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