I was stealthily carrying a rifle across residential landscape. Moving along a fence which bordered a house on a hill, a dog became aware of my presence and commenced barking. A man came out of the house. I ran.
I found myself on top of a large flat roof of a building, still with rifle. I was looking down below at a small group of people who were recreating at the edge of a lake. They were wading.
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Julia and I are in Biltmore on Shady Oak. Just over the horizon of a wooded hill, across a valley, I have spotted a new town. I am excited. They have an official Nintendo store. I can see the sign along with some other business fronts. It seems an exotic place, in the distance. I want to show Julia what I have spotted from here on Shady Oak. I want to visit the new town.
I next remember Julia and I sitting at an outside table with several men. One of them is telling us about their deceased friend who would grind up leather belts and use the powder as nasal snuff. This is what killed him. I examine a leather belt and conclude that it is not real leather, but rubber. I wonder what snuff with just a bit of powdered leather would be like.
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