Assimilation is futile

Optima dies...prima fugit

Mumblings

It was 1949, and the Russians had The Bomb. I was a grocery store clerk. When it went off, i jumped into an airtight bathroom to escape.

I dreamed that I was watching Columbo, and he had a license plate with my name on it.

Yet again, I was Matlock, but I had no shoes. I spent the entire dream looking for shoes which I never found.

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