Dream #1,184

Dreamt I shared an office cubicle with Wyatt G. I stretched and, with and audible rip, felt the elbows of my shirt tear out. Wyatt looked at me and said, “I could rip out my shirt, too, if I flexed!” Then he tried flexing and his shirt failed to tear.

“No,” I said, “If I’d been flexing, my shirt would’ve ripped out through the back. The elbows ripping is just wear.”

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