I dream that Chris Lollie and I sit in a lion’s den. It starts to rain. Chris Lollie and I don’t live too far away from one another, but we’ve never met. At some point in the video, the phone’s camera goes black and you hear Chris yelling for help in a hallway. I watch my screen of his phone in a pocket. Chris is carted away. I say this in a passive voice as if I don’t know who is taking him.
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