It’s been a long-time dream of mine to live in a huge city with cars constantly driving past my window downstairs, beeping, honking, screeching, purring, door-slamming, whooshing, and whizzing by all night. You’d think that’s a bad thing, but it helps me fall asleep, and it makes me feel…important. I’m not sure why. I think it’s because of my grandfather.
Dream come true: CHECK.
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