Finished Folds (1—3)
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3wasn't normal, it was more like a dormitory. Concrete walls, bunk beds, milk crates everywhere. I told myself that it wasn't real, but the metal headed doctor confirmed my fears
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5nd anymore because my knees were like jello. The plant from my dream was right there, with its glistening metal teeth and long legs. Did I fail to mention, this plant has legs?
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4I woke up in a cold sweat — I'd been dreaming again. I dream every time that I sleep on my back. Always the same dream, I'm curled up in an ice cream cone, a tongue getting closer.