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The file that wouldn't close
I'm sitting at my old desk in the dream, but the ceiling is lower and the light is that yellow-grey of a storm coming. There's a claim file on the blotter, thick as a fist, and every time I open it, the pages are blank except for my own name written over and over in different handwriting. I keep trying to stamp it closed, but the file keeps swelling, and nobody in the dream will look at me.
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