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40 Dream oF the baby As calling the generation X makes us want to be in it; as the cat: you have to skin it. In my dream, the baby almost went out with the tide like a shell. I saved the baby, brought it to the window, but my boyfriend was below on the street with some girl, and she had on a really cool outfit and I knew I could never compare, and I stayed with the baby, who now had grown fur and the other dreams of my dreams collapsed into this dream, and a great not-caring-ness surrounded me: the baby could die, so could I, but in this dream it made no difference 41 not because it wasn’t real, but because these were not the real things of the real thing. ...

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