When I'm sick, I get the weirdest dreams. Last night, I dreamed I was visiting a woman with friends. As we were eating, she pointed to the mango trees in front of her home and said they were haunted by ghosts from the war. They would appear to the townspeople and ask for specific food, usually fried chicken. One time, lechon. Then the townspeople would string the food up in the trees.
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