experiencial dissonance

I just experienced a weird dissonance. I have several doc files up right now, Stuart's book ("review" forthcoming) short stories from ESpec (reading the HOLD file right now--coolness) a cover letter to a magazine and one of my older short stories (required some formatting changes). I was closing down files and ran across said short story and read two lines from the middle, trying at a glance to figure out what it was, and I didn't recognize it as mine.

Last day of school, yo. I'm out.

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