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You’re dead,” I repeated. “So why are you in my dream?”He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. ” Good question. Morbid, isn’t it?””What?””Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that?””I’m not -” Even in dreams, I couldn’t win an argument. Even when he was dead.

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