Last night I had a dream that I was at a Fiona Apple concert. She was on stage, and she was wearing the same black skirt and green shirt that she wore the first two times I saw her live. But she was screaming and she was angry, and her right arm was waving up in the air, pointing, as she gripped the mic with a tight fist in her other hand, and the
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