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Flew home from sunny and beautiful San Francisco to foggy and rainy Wichita, Kansas. Settled in with a book and felt the 8:50 4.7 aftershock or whatever it was. I'm waiting for evil Spock to come walking down the street wearing goatee and all, confirming my guess that I've fallen into an opposite universe. I noticed a small crack in the dry wall that I never noticed before; could be a coincidence.
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