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Dreamed the street numbers all rearranged themselves
I'm walking my old route and every house has swapped numbers, so the mail I'm carrying fits no door. The dog at 311 is following me, but she's got my satchel in her mouth and won't give it back. I keep knocking anyway, because that's the job. Woke up before I found out whose mail it was.
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