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It was the last day of school and I was going to be late. This resulted in me showing up wearing only my swimming trunks. I entered a class, which was actually my old C++ class from high school. Some black guy who was an intimidating federal investigator was asking everyone questions, accusing everyone of hacking. He asked me why I once typed “011001012010,” and I simply responded with, “That is not a binary string.” He pointed out to me that every computer has a sticker on the case, and that these stickers are actually cameras so that some administrator is able to voyeuristically spy on any user. The administrator was perverted and only spied on women.

I was riding on a train, coming home from a school field trip. Dana was to my right. We were silently watching the sun set. She decided that she had to change her clothes, and at that moment I suddenly got tired and passed out right into her lap. She attempted to tickle me to make me crack a smile to determine if my sleep was a facade. It was not, despite the fact that I was able to observe myself sleeping from a first person perspective.