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... , no shouting in the streets or the sound of people rushing to work, just a faint sound of breathing.
’Oh... the world I knew is already gone.’
The familiar ceiling above me helped calm my nerves—slightly cracked, yellowed from the moisture and occasional cigarette and a chunk of plaster missing in the corner, which looked like a spider.
It seemed the wonderful dream was over.
’To think she confessed to me in the dream...’
It was still dark, so I gazed at ...
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