Last night I dreamt I'd set a chemical bomb to blow up the upper stories of a skyscraper. The combined chemicals gave me a certain amount of time to escape, but there was a party on the top floor and I couldn't leave because there were so many people I wanted to talk to. The bomb, the time, the conversational possibilities. How could I choose between life and life?
But then I woke up, and it was all a dream.
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