In my dream

In my dream it is only after I try to photograph the used clothing warehouse that I discover that all three of my phones have been stolen, swapped with items that look like them but are flimsy stacks of components  that only play Russian video, or won’t turn on at all. I panic: my bank account is probably gone. I have no way to check.

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