And one morning, things just seemed different. The edges of the pictures frames weren’t quite perpendicular; her labrador’s eyes were pushed apart like a frog’s; the ficus on the patio tugged at her skirt as she passed by. Had the world always been so bizarre? No, she was sure that a shift had occurred. As if the universe had quietly switched tracks overnight, and just kept chugging along — and the conductor didn’t even have the decency to acknowledge his mistake.
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