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I had another dream, and it was just like the last.

People calling for medical tools I had never heard of, yelling...

I was so confused about what the vision meant.

"Staple Remover," someone said. "Staple remover," a different voice answered.

Asking questions about the dreams and visions couldn't hurt, considering I was already in a mental hospital, and the consequences of being crazy couldn't get much worse.

I heard a quiet grunt in desperation. "The staples are not coming out well..."

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