I had dreams last night of running a changeling larp at the house I grew up in. Toward the beginning Anicka showed up. I was surprised and said, "You're dead. Or was 'the rumor of your death greatly exaggerated'?" She shrugged and said, "something like that." And then proceeded to empty the rain water out of her box of jolly ranchers. The
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