I started having one of those cliche dreams I'd
had so often in my youth. In it, I was stumbling
around a cemetery late at night, with a half-dead
flashlight and a half moon that occasionally came
out from behind some half-clouds.
The tombstones were all flush with the ground. I
focused the light on one of them and read it:
June 5, 345 - April 2, 415,
I looked at the one beside it which had:
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300 - 333 Then I walked to a different part of the grounds and the first stone I looked at there said:
233 - 383.
I got a job at a shop that sold souvenirs of
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