The Chinese Box. Doppelgänger. The dreamer who is dreamt. Tautology. All those would be appropriate titles. When Professor Sugar told me the story, my first reaction was to try to forget it. I failed. Its memory returned to me like the burning heels of blistering, narrow shoes. I confess that in a somewhat sadistic way, I have laughed at it. Laughter is also a sign of madness. The story is, after all, politically incorrect. For all of this, I decided to write it. This way, I would remember it as fiction, and I would have forgotten it is real.
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