"Oi son, remember that time we ate breakfast burritos filled with fried pickles in top hats while sailing through the smooth Madagascar ocean in a wooden canoe we built with our own hands?"
"No, dad, I don't remember that because it didn't happen," I deadpanned, plugging my headphones into my MP3 player.
"Ah, right, that was a dream."
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Short StoryI have a class that demands I write a story according to a prompt every week and I'm behind, so I figured posting them on here might help encourage me to get my shit done. I've already finished and turned in weeks 1 and 2, so we're skipping those. ...
