Last night, I had a dream that the New England Patriots won the Super Bowl with Matt Cassel rather than Tom Brady, beating the Green Bay Packers by a field goal and avenging the loss of over a decade ago. Later, I dreamed that a bunch of my teeth fell out. Clearly, the optimistic and pessimistic strains of my psyche are at war.
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