I had a dream about going home. People over here were asking me how come I was going back so often as I got ready to leave. But of course, this dream had to end, just the way all of them do.

While regaining consciousness, I slowly opened my eyes, thinking:

“Where am I? Hopefully not Tsuk—ughhhhhhh…”

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