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Lisa was carefully pulling a strand of cotton candy off a paper-coned "barbe à papa." Winding it around her finger while absentmindedly gazing at a carousel. She seemed hypnotized by its white horses, trimmed in gold, with their brassy red and blond manes, as they hopped, like slow-motion rabbits, in circles beneath wreaths and garlands of colored lights.

My watch jiggled me awake, mid-dream. I was bemused. It took me a moment to orient myself. I groggily pushed the sheets off and performed a big stretch. It's Monday morning, I think. "Alexa, what's today? " I ask, to be sure. "It's Monday, April 25th, " she says.
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