Clear Wind Brews Strong Liquor, Eyes Untouched by Dust

The year I turned twenty-three, I had a dream. I dreamed of a middle-aged man who earnestly warned me. "Break up with your girlfriend, fast. Otherwise, the two of them will string you along and deceive you." "She and your good buddy have already been secretly confiding in each other." "If you don't believe me, go take a look at your girlfriend's online username." "The initials already spell out the answer for you."