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| I walked outside. They had
a hammock. "Hello," I said. The world did not end. I settled in. Looking
up through the leaves I could see a jet so high up it moved slowly, silently.
It wasn't a dream. I fell asleep. When I woke up that evening the world was
back to the way it's supposed to be, a light on in the kitchen, I could hear
dinner being prepared, a voice responding to a question. There is no light
warmer or more alienating than someone else's kitchen at night. I walked
off by myself, toward sirens wailing in the distance. ~Vegetable
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