I met my illusion today for coffee. The barista’s illusion was friends with my illusion. Our illusions introduced the barista and me. I bought my illusion a latte. She thanked me. We all talked over coffee catching up on past illusions. The barista took my hand. She told me she loved me. The clock on the wall melted into time. My head exploded in light. When I awoke my illusion was gone. The barista went with me to Barstow. We live alone in the desert.
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