I keep thinking about the pair of glass automatic doors malfunctioning while I'm walking through them, slicing me in half. Out of one of my halves emerges a magician in a black suit, shiny shoes, a top hat, and purple cape, and out of the other his assistant covered in pink sequins.
The assistant poses with her hand, palm upwards, next to my body, while the magician yells, "TADA! Now onto Atlantic City!" to unfazed employees and customers before disappearing in a cloud of smoke, and reappearing at the bus stop down the street.
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