The Wistful Letter

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I dreamed of teeth. Not my own, but a cascade of them, white and jagged, spilling from a porcelain bowl like spilled milk. They were cold to the touch, slick with a viscosity that felt less like saliva and more like mercury. I woke in the dark of my studio apartment, the air thick with the stale scent of boiled oats and despair. The digital clock on my nightstand blinked 4:14 AM. I didn’t sleep...

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