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"After you left, I went back to sleep for about a half hour, and in that time I somehow managed to have the strangest dreams – involving a fox-like looking dog dressed like Robin Hood, my mother and me catching some weird neurological disorder that resulted in my putting on two different shoes and then falling over a lot, trying to navigate a new tube system in London from some place I’ve never heard of, shopping at Filene’s Basement, and the Swedish Embassy. Thank you for flying A’s Brain. Buh bye now."