I dreamt of a new girl last night. She doesn’t exist but in my dreams. I figure it is better to dream of a woman who doesn’t exist than a ghost who will never return.
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The crowds on the street dwindled. There’s nothing like a winter to break a revolution’s heart, he thought. He crossed the street alone. An umbrella in each hand. You never know.
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