Okay, repeating a day over and over, I can accept. Sharing dreams, sure. A talking house, death rays out of nowhere, and spontaneous human combustion. All of that, fine. But how I got from Oregon to New York on one very blurry night....I think I would remember the airport. Right? Even a second sun makes more sense than all this. What the hell
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....are you a talking dog?
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Well, I am talking and I'm a dog. I'm actually a superdog. Or I used to be.
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Though I'm afraid I can't tell you how ya got here. None of us really do.
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There's gotta be an explanation. Some sort of....virtual reality? Or...dimensional tempral shifty stuff?
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Well, we're all still trying to figure out exactly the details of what-why-how, but for now it's like black holes, only in reverse. ....now that I mention it...
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