I had a vivid dream that Winston visited me. All I remember is holding his huge head in my arms, and getting the full Winston experience. Floppy, squashy, wet, jowly and smelly. Silky hot ears, massive rubbery nose. Bad breath and gloopy saliva. I was conscious in the dream that this was just a visit, that he's actually gone, and that this was a special treat.
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