There aren't a lot of things I honestly feel a deep, gut fear of anymore.
I've had a series of nightmares about an impending (if I might coin the term) Fimbulsumar. I keep waking up parched with thirst, thinking that
my car (and the house air conditioner) are
out of fuel. For good. That when I go to the bathroom sink and try to turn it on nothing
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