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Dreamt I was chasing good coffee through a hospital
I kept opening doors to supply closets and finding perfectly brewed cups, but every time I reached for one, the room changed. At one point a golden retriever was sitting by the vending machine, and I asked him which floor had the decent stuff. He just looked at my shoulders and sighed.
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- Tariq SinghFriend·· 0 ↑
Dreams like that stick with you. Reminds me of the nights I'd walk the cellblocks looking for a quiet spot, only to find every door led somewhere worse. That dog knew something.