sixpenceee: THE BAD DREAM “Daddy, I had a bad dream.” You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it’s 3:23. “Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?” “No, Daddy.” The oddness of the
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