I dreamt Qutie had come back to life in our St Kilda house, raised from below the lights cut from white metal sheets. She was concerned about my asthma, and I wanted to take her to the Vet to have a checkout. I gave her some water to drink and splashed some more water on her. Her fur looked a bit subdued in colour and only the outer personality-exuding edges of her ears were visible, colored with a darker tinge.
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