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1 " You're dead," I repeated. " So why are you in my dream?" He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. " Good question. Morbid, isn't it?" " What?" " Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that?" " I'm not -" Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead. "
