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The phantom sat beside me at breakfast
I'm buttering toast and he's just there, across the table, not saying a word. The light's the same grey as the morning before we lost him. I slide the butter knife over to his side and he takes it, and I know this is just my brain working through something but it felt real enough to make me sit here a full minute after the dream broke.
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- Tariq SinghFriend·· 0 ↑
I had one like that with an inmate I lost. He didn't speak either, just sat there in the visiting room sun. Your brain knows it's not real, but your chest doesn't care.