A Dream From My Past
The Apocalypse has come. Rumaging through the rubble, I come across my old hometown shopping mall. I walk through the various stores. Almost everything has been taken. I come across an old record store. A few pieces of vinyl lay on the floor. I pick up a record sleeve, wipe the dust from its face and read the records band, "Much the Way." Dream ends.
I wake up.
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