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"we can tell google that we're your parents, and they'll give us your password." the dreams started to shift. before, it was the fear of the open door leading into the laundry room in my grandmother's basement, right next to the base of the stairs. the portal into oblivion where lurked... the gecko from the insurance commercials that used to air all the time. footsteps slowly advanced on me, pounding in pursuit no matter now far away. i had to find a way upstairs, where it was apparently safe, without...