The knats buzzed past our ears...we were trying to sleep. As if a premonition, an image, a copper pipe, flashed. What? Was I to replace the pipe? I accepted this mission. Sweat dripped heavy. Tasted very salty. But the job got done. Not the last case where a big matter became....an antimatter.
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