In my dream, I hopped a plane to Tokyo. All the stores were run by Canadians. Hillary Clinton was there. She came up to me and asked me if I wanted to take a picture with her. I didn’t want to. I had on a silly headwrap that I didn’t think would photograph well, but I said yes anyway. When the photographer tried to snap the picture, the camera broke.
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