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She's tired and her boss assumes Gina's hungover--she isn't, she just hasn't had any sleep in the last two nights. Damned dreams are back and they're starting to creep her out but she's not thinking about that, no. She's stacking oranges. Sharp-smelling, bright colored oranges--
Never mind, the fruit is now all over the floor, rolling every which direction and she has to pick them all up. Fuck.