Stuck in a foreign land, this time America. I'm being pursued by people for being the fraud that I am (there's no details of what fraud)..
I'm on roller skates in a massive mall. I can out run them but I'm lost in a maze of ramps and walkways. I have an overwhelming sense of inevitability... That I'll be caught and beaten to death (still no idea of the crime).
I'm looking for a bus to take me 'home' but after searching I realise I'm in a different country and I'll need a passport (for a bus trip?), but that is back where I'm running away from. I'm stuck, pursuers are close and I can't get away.
Im being pursued because I broke a plate owned by the woman I'm living with (completely unknown to me). Her friends can see I'm a waster and have been looking for an excuse to get me for a very long time,
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