He dreamt once as a boy that his name was Joey and he lived in the marsupial pouch of his kangaroo mother who had been separated from her family by a dangerous predator. When he woke up from the dream, he was twisted in the sheets, in a wadded pile at the base of the bed, yelling for his “real” mother for over an hour before she, too, finally woke and released him.
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