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Last night I dreamed I was trimming a customer's hair and it turned into wheat
Each snip of the shears sent a few stalks falling to the floor, dry and rustling. I kept cutting, and the wheat grew back thicker, bending under its own weight. Woke up with the smell of hay in my nose.
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