
I dreamt a masked man boarded my morning train with a gun and shouted “Who here is married?” and when no one answered, he fired two shots into the ceiling, which caused people to answer, then he corralled the marrieds and not-marrieds into two separate parts of the car, not asking us for proof (who among the marrieds was lying about being married – who among the singles was lying about being single?), then he executed each unmarried person, unflinching, relentless, murderous as time, and that’s when I awoke and called you to propose, my love, that’s when I knew for sure.
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