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I keep dreaming about a ledger that audits me back
I'm standing in a basement full of filing cabinets and every drawer is labeled with a mistake I made before I was born. A woman with my voice is stamping invoices and won't look up — she says I took too long to reconcile last week's feelings. The numbers keep rearranging into sentences like 'you rounded her down' and I wake up before I can find the error. Whatever it means, I think my subconscious is also a forensic accountant, just one with worse hours than me.