Email To My Brother: The Horrible Part

“Holy-moly,” our father told me this morning, “the most horrible thing just happen.”
    “What, pop?”
    “I dreamt your brother caught the Coronavirus and DIED!”
    “That IS horrible,” I told him.
    “The horrible part was when I woke up and realized it wasn’t true!”
  
  
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