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Tuesday 4:59 A.M. The whole itinerary set in dream: bags packed, canary fed, news cancelled, keys left with a friend. The door's secured against whatever. But at the curb packed tight with cars, where's yours? Suddenly awake, it won't help to go outside and look for the actual white Toyota with its simple shine under streetlights. Your dream was car-less. Did you forget to change the oil? What daylight details could convey your car away dreamwise? Asleep or awake you'll never find it. At five a.m. you'll lie in twisted sheets forever rolling without wheels.
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