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I think I slept. I'm not sure how that makes sense without a body.
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One moment I was thinking about things (those little plastic tabs
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that hold bread bags closed, if you must know), and then I was in
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a green field with a cow that was also my Aunt Hilga, and she was
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trying to tell me to turn around but I couldn't. Classic dream
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nonsense, right? Only, it didn't feel any different than this,
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whatever it is. There was no divide between awake and asleep.
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Normally I'd close my eyes and lie down, or shoot up in bed and
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scream... something.
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But really, those plastic things, do they have any other purpose?
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Did someone make them for bread bags and everyone for centuries
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just went along with it? We have all these other gizmos for
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closing and opening things and keeping them air tight, but bread
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bags were somehow overlooked? Is it cheaper? I can't imagine so.
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Oh shit, that's a comet! I'm going to get a closer look...
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