All night I dreamt about trying to keep straight that clocks have complications while magic has circumstances; I’d wake up confused, then fall back asleep to continue.
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All night I dreamt about trying to keep straight that clocks have complications while magic has circumstances; I’d wake up confused, then fall back asleep to continue.