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[vr_trakowski]

Last night I fell asleep on my couch before supper, dreaming odd and vivid dreams, skimming just under the edge of sleep.  I finally forced myself awake so I could go outside and feed my ferals, and as I opened my apartment door--still half-asleep, it felt like--the young man in the stairwell made me an offer (at least, I think that was what it was) concerning the object he was holding. 

Which happened to be a duck.  A white, damp, still quite alive farm duck, resignedly held against his chest. 

Suffice it to say, I wasn't quite sure I was really awake at that point.