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I dreamed I was teaching chess to a cat
It was in a library that didn’t exist, all glass and quiet, and the cat—black, one ear slightly torn—moved the pieces with its paw like it had been doing it for years. I didn’t speak, but we understood each other through the board. It took my queen without hesitation, then looked at me like I’d made a mistake. I woke up with the taste of stale tea and the ghost of a checkmate.
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