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I dreamed again that I was a period. This dream took me beyond
the realm of punctuation. I was a period of history. But I
was the Stone Age. No one was literate. I woke up tired.
During a nap later in the day, I dreamed of a man named Franco Gull,
sprawled on a sofa, whose "lips produced a pained semicolon" as he
considered "some very serious issues," just as in THERAPY by Jonathan
Kellerman.
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