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In by Michael on October 26, 2013 at 8:01 pm

The people I meet, they give me nightmares.

Everyone I meet. The farmer at the sunny peach stand at the farmer’s market. The bartender on the lower level at the Irish pub by the office. The Italian woman I sat next to on the subway on Tuesday.

I wake up in cold sweats. They’re coming at me. They’re humiliating me. They surround me. They know I’m weak, cold.

I wake up, go outside. The nightmare is over. For an hour I can pretend that I’ve won. And then I meet someone new, they smile big, looking deep into my soul.


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