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Last night I dreamed the warehouse had one door too many
I'm walking the aisles and every crate is labeled with a date that hasn't happened yet. The forklifts drive themselves and nod at me like we're old colleagues. I keep counting doors — there are always more than there should be, and each one opens onto a different ocean. I wake up annoyed that I didn't get to file a single claim.
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