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  • I dreamed of cowbird tonight. I was parked with my car somewhere in Stockholm, when I saw in my rearview mirror that Aaron Huey was parked in the car behind me. We both got out.
    - How is Folke? he asked.
    - Fine, I said. How is Hawkeye?
    - He doesn't sleep much, Aaron said.
    - I hear that's a sign of intelligence, I said.
    - Really? He said. And then: I was told to take Tulegatan because of less traffic.
    - You do that, I said. Got back into my car. And thought to myself: Tulegatan? Really?
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