We were sitting across from each other on the couch late last night, tapping away on our Macbook Pros, when Benj glanced up at me and went, "Ang. Ang."
"Mm?" I looked up from what I was doing.
Benj cleared his throat for dramatic emphasis. "As of a few minutes ago, investment banks have ceased to exist."
"Mmm." It didn't much sink in. We went to bed, and around 8:30am this morning I woke up drenched in chilly sweat, writhing from a dream where the banks distributed all my funds to an evil female landlord. Everything was empty: the savings accounts, the IRAs, the investment fund...
"The banks --" I sputtered, "the banks..."
"It was a dream," said Benj. He made me mint hot chocolate, and waffles covered in banana, and sent me off to work.
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