Dad was explaining to me, in a very detailed manner, exactly how he wanted me to go shopping for him. In a constructive way, though, trying to be helpful. Someone had left two huge pork chops on the counter, and I had to clean I up. They were raw, but no longer wrapped in their packaging.
Then I found myself outside. I was walking along a path, headed between two mountains. They seemed pretty small, by mountain standards.
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