Previously...
But it is lazy, sloppy storytelling. Isn't it? It was all just a dream. Sleep, though. That's where it all happens. Sleep is a mistress. The perfect companion. The keeper of secrets. Gives gives gives while you take take take. Respectable, and you wake up refreshed in the morning. No need for flowers or candy or shame-filled walks back to the apartment. No stink eye. No tut tut tongue-clucking disapproval. Just the kind of realness you can't get from family night dinner conversation or a job interview. Proof irrefutable that this walking around with eyes pried open is a sham. Quickest way to lose one's balance.
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