In a dream last night, the ratty, eczematous kid down the street stole the van I drive. I knew immediately that this was not a crime of neccescity, as I imagine this vechicle would be the last on anyone's least to steal, save for perhaps a personal agenda against me. The climate fluctuated rapidly, as they do in dreams, yet I realized the crime
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