It is a well known that waitresses have waitressing nightmares ... hellish, exaggerated accounts of angry diners yelling as the dreamer whirls at an inhuman pace beneath a tray the size and weight of a tractor tire. I used to have these dreams when I waited tables.
Now, it seems I am going to have book buying nightmares ... at least I think I did last night ... a battered stack of books reaching high and out of sight smelling of dust and mold, releasing flakes of pages into the air. The books are rapidly disintegrating. I am breathing dust and mold and flakes of pages as someone is saying: 'which ones will you take? How much will you pay?' I don't want any of them and I know the speaker will vanish leaving the books.
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maybe you need a video camera.
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