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His life was simple— bound by action of a duplicate forced to move with military precision. Nobody’s asked what he thinks or how he feels— I just assumed he was ok with this. He was stuck living a fake life in a fake world that isn’t his. While I wrote he’d rather be fishing. When I brushed my teeth, again, he thought about that Robert Downy Jr. movie he was missing. One day, I saw the sadness in his gray, baggy eyes and offered a cup of coffee, Sumerian. When he told me Columbian was preferred, I relieved him— told him to explore the reality in which he was born. Before he left with gleeful abandonment, I proposed a time to hangout should he ever be in need of a friend. He smiled, thankful of my kind gesture, but simply said, “I’ve been staring at your face for a quarter century. I never want to see you again.”
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Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 1:26 PM UTC
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His life was simple— bound by action of a duplicate forced to move with military precision. Nobody’s asked what he thinks or how he feels— I just assumed he was ok with this. He was stuck living a fake life in a fake world that isn’t his. While I wrote he’d rather be fishing. When I brushed my teeth, again, he thought about that Robert Downy Jr. movie he was missing. One day, I saw the sadness in his gray, baggy eyes and offered a cup of coffee, Sumerian. When he told me Columbian was preferred, I relieved him— told him to explore the reality in which he was born. Before he left with gleeful abandonment, I proposed a time to hangout should he ever be in need of a friend. He smiled, thankful of my kind gesture, but simply said, “I’ve been staring at your face for a quarter century. I never want to see you again.”
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Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 1:26 PM UTC
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