Months ago, I had a dream about a place in a city I'd been to but couldn't put my finger on where or what. All I remembered was an elevated highway off ramp, a brick building called the "pump house" or something similar, and the roadway kinda swooped around it.
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Somehow I can remember picture-perfect details about a random off-ramp in Albany that I haven't been to in over a decade, but I can't remember who I committed to doing lunch with on Monday. Trauma is fucking brutal.
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