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Dream.

Latin city, we watch the lava flow through the town, destroying everything in its path. A white house sizzles and burns. 'It's not as bad as the one in the 1960s,' someone suggests behind me, 'that one burnt through the entire city and went right over the old prison, burning everyone inside alive.' 'Shhh!' hisses the woman beside me. It's unlucky to talk of the old prison, it wakes angry ghosts. We watch the sea of lava in silence for a while. 'Are we still going clubbing?' I ask.

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