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Story 'no title'Prolouge- Regarding the City of New York My father is standing at the foot of my bed, gazing at what he must think is my sleeping figure. This strikes me as odd, because he’s been dead now a few months. Ah, must be a dream. Yes, it’s a dream, because this is simply too weird to be real. Too weird. Yes, it’s a dream, because it’s blurry, and yes, it’s a dream, because that’s not my father, but some odd skeleton. Albeit, a skeleton that looks like my father, but it’s not him, it’s just not. At any rate, it doesn’t matter-the whole thing’s a dream.Story 'no title'
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