SOMETIMES, SOME DAYS
he couldn't remember whether an event had been part of a dream or had really happened. That was one of the disadvantages of living and working alone; even if he liked to entertain overnight 'guests', there was no-one who was in his house on a regular basis, and the client studio was only used by him, so he couldn't ask anyone else.
As he sat wondering how time had stood still, he managed to convince himself that what had happened was not a dream.
There was the matter of the envelope with the $2000.
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