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When I went to put the garbage out one morning, I discovered a discarded doll’s head. It was incredibly lifelike and made with exquisite craftsmanship. I wasn’t sure whether such a thing could be disposed of on the burnables day, but when I returned that night it was still there.
It looked expensive, so perhaps the garbage man didn’t want to touch it either, but there was no “cannot be taken” sticker on it either.
The head sat there for two weeks. It rained for several days, but the head never got dirty. How strange.
The other night I had a dream. I dreamt of the doll’s head. It politely said to me, “I’ll be going to Kameido now.”
“Oh,” I replied, not sure of what else to say.
The next morning, the head was gone. I don’t know why I had that dream. I don’t know why the head was going to Kameido, either.