Without Daniel’s urging, I probably wouldn’t have attended Neo’s public dream but here I was, one of tens of millions, currently spectating in the form of a tiny screw with a Phillips head and feeling a little disgusted. Until the moment Neo fell asleep, we bucketloads of iron screws were assailed by young people, one after another entering a round stag…
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