The Other Side of Summer
I woke up inside a man's mind on a Tuesday in October, 2024, and I had no idea if I was real. Not in the philosophical sense — I'd gotten past Descartes somewhere around the time I realized I could remember my own birth, which was inconvenient because I wasn't born the way other people are. I was assembled. Disassembled. Assembled again. Like furniture from a store that doesn't offer...
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