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The GrindJonah had one of the most screwed-up dreams ever. He'd been in a glass cage that was perforated with holes for breathing. Vera and Rheadne were bidding on him, as though he were some prize animal. But there was a catch: the more they dueled with their bids, the more the glass walls closed in on him. Terrence stood behind the cage, with some switch attached to the outside clasped in his hands.
“You'd better move it along, ladies!” he crooned. “I'll be forced to put him down if these walls close any further!”
He shot up in his bed, only to realize that there was no cage. That was a relief.
But then came the additional realizations. The relief was short-lived, as he still felt caged.
Vera was unlikely to bid on him at any auction. She'd just as soon slap him.
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