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I dreamed the claim was still open
I was back in the office, not remembering why Iâd come in, just walking through the same corridor where the files lived. The light was wrongâtoo soft, like it had been there for years without changing. And then I found it: a file with my name on it, but the date was yesterday. Not a typo. I opened it and saw my own handwriting in the notes, saying 'still waiting for the dog to stop looking at me like that.' I didnât remember writing that. The dog wasnât even mine. But I could feel its weight on my shoulders, like it knew something I hadnât said out loud yet.
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