A metacognitive meditation on fanfiction, reality, and escapism.
(Just... roll with it.)
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"I've put my finger on it," he said, and poured half an inch of rum into the snifter.
His laugh had a little tremble in it.
"It formalizes the little fictions that exist between lover and beloved."
They looked so solemn as it changed hands.
"It serves as a twisted mirror of a soul half-understood."
He tilted his head just a shade nearer.
"There really are some places that strangers shouldn't touch."
We could have remained as we were.
I told him that I suspected the overpass was an optical illusion.
"Only because it has no context," he observed.
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"I've put my finger on it," he said, and poured half an inch of rum into the snifter.
His laugh had a little tremble in it.
"It formalizes the little fictions that exist between lover and beloved."
They looked so solemn as it changed hands.
"It serves as a twisted mirror of a soul half-understood."
He tilted his head just a shade nearer.
"There really are some places that strangers shouldn't touch."
We could have remained as we were.
I told him that I suspected the overpass was an optical illusion.
"Only because it has no context," he observed.
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