And you're absolutely sure this isn't an elaborate hoax? [ Things Joan does not want to believe: that everyone she has ever known, everyone she loves and likes and tolerates, that her entire life has been ripped out from under her, and that there may be no way to get it back. ] I mean, it's obvious that this isn't the New York I woke up in this morning, but it can't really be another dimension. That's not even possible!
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