The conscious act of rowing

Hey… this looks like my ashtray. It’s mine so I’ll take it.
I never liked the color blue.
But then again this is a dream… maybe I’ll go with a different color.
I take burgundy.
I throw my burgundy ashtray into my backpack and hear it smash against the floor.
So what?
It’s mine… I’ll do with it whatever I want.
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