You wake up as the dust motes drift lazily through a thin shaft of morning light that cuts like a blade through the darkened room, faint images of red boots and picking feet and street hockey evaporating from your mind and receding back into the mist of your dreams. All you know for sure is that you'll never eat anything out of a puddle again.
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