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I walked around the house to he front steps and I see you there, standing on the wrap-around porch. You different, your hair is . . . less somehow, but better. And your clothes aren’t as tight as usual so you look good. You look at me and talk but . . .  what did you say? I some in and  I notice I am barefoot and I feel the warmth on the sole of my feet, then I look out to the . . . yard? But I only see treetops and a blue sky. I walk inside your house and it’s like a maze, with polished light wooden floors.
Why am I here?

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