Last month, I dreamt -
I'm in this very cramped and crowded discount clearance store with the white metal shelving and the tall anonymous pasteboard ceilings, and I'm looking at this shelf full of chunky portable radios that is so full or radios that it's almost more like a pile of radios or a heap or radios than a shelf of them, and I'm looking for a radio to replace my one at home that's broken and won't quite work right.
. . .
(The quiet end of the volume of my similar radio from home has been broken since forever, and lately now and then the volume will cut out sometimes when I go to change the channel or cue up a new CD, so at some point soon I probably will indeed need a new radio.)
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