If my name were Dot, I’d have it embroidered in red letters inside a red circle on a white blouse, and I’d work at a diner somewhere far...

Traveling west, a day vanishes somewhere over the Pacific. Twenty-four hours sucked into joyous limbo of perhaps, where mismatched socks...

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