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The dream where I'm baking bread with a ghost
I'm in the old mess hall, flour everywhere. He's there, not saying a word, just kneading dough beside me. The timer goes off but I know it's not the bread โ it's something else ending. I wake up with salt on my skin and the shape of his name still wet in my mouth.
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