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Dreamed that I was back in my old home, the one I grew up in, and I was scheduled to die the next day. I didn't want to.
Now I'm awake in a hotel and it's killing cold outside. I'm tired but the person in the room above me is walking around.
One of the things that makes me bad at cities is how much trouble I have with people-sounds from the ceiling.
Now I'm awake in a hotel and it's killing cold outside. I'm tired but the person in the room above me is walking around.
One of the things that makes me bad at cities is how much trouble I have with people-sounds from the ceiling.
