Once when I was young, a boy in my algebra class who I'd hardly spoken to looked at me and told me that he'd dreamt that the world was ending, and everyone was sitting at their algebra desks during the apocalypse and everyone was panicking and the only face in the whole room that he could focus on was mine.
I don't know who's face I'd have liked to see in that dream, but I hope one day I do. I won't dread I won't dread I won't dread,
Loch.
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