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I lay in bed, my head spinning with more than alcohol.
I had mostly dismissed what Frank had said to me as pure fantasy. There was no possible way that it could be true. At least, no logical mind would ever believe it, but there was still that inner child within me that hoped it was true. At least, if his revelation were true, then the world would have a different meaning for me.

The room spun, and I felt decidedly nauseous. I had put my foot on the ground, but it didn’t seem to have helped much.

I went to sleep, and dreamed.

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