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to believe that he had dreamt such things, and that instilled within him, an even greater sense of pride. To deceive others, now that was one thing, but to lie so well that he could fool himself, now that was true talent.

"Thank you Daniel, I have so much more material to work with now." She crowed, finally satiated. "You're brilliant you know, just so amazingly brilliant."

She leaned forward across the table, and patted his cheek in what she believed to be an appreciative manner. Her palm was slightly cool and damp to the touch, causing him to once again think of dead things. He shuddered involuntarily, viciously biting his tongue to keep himself from crying out. He did not cease until blood filled his mouth and the copper taste became unbearable.

"The way you make me analyze myself, it scares me." He blurted, the blood in his mouth projecting outwards to soil the immaculate whiteness of her paper and the tablecloth as well.
He was wrong, as it turned out the color of blood was brighter than that of her lips. He ignored it though, his mind elsewhere, forming his words only slightly before his mouth spat them out. "My thoughts, my dreams, my life, so many things I just want to kick dirt over and bury in the backyard like some sort of discarded piece of trash, like a dead body. That is what so much of my life is though, just pieces of decaying flesh, buried in the recesses of the world's lawn. Cheerful, no? There are a billion people just like me though, and the lawn is being filled with unfinished holes. I too, am full of holes. I am Swiss cheese. I am a really old shirt you forgot about. I am the night sky above a busy city. I am full of holes because at this point, I forgot all the things that initially filled those holes, and I have nothing left to cover them with. Come now, don't look at me like that! I know, I know I am a mental leper, and I know that you won't touch me, that you fear it's contagious. But look at me for Gods sake! My skin is flawless, young and beautiful. Just now you reached out to touch me, and a billion little molecules were exchanged. My skin, your skin. My heart, your heart. My thoughts, my thoughts. Yes, I am everything you are afraid of, I will bring you down. I will bring you down and you will come willingly, because a billion pieces of you once belonged to me. You are me, and I am you."

"I'll see you next week, Daniel." She sighed, reaching for her coat and rising to leave. She hadn't heard a single thing he had said. His glorious, profound speech made, and it was all for naught.

"You know I love you, right? I am yours and no one else's. I worship you, I will always worship you." He told her frantically, trying to find some way to make her stay. He did not want her to go, he knew he would die the moment she left, it was unavoidable. She was alive and real, and he was a dead thing, he was a cinderblock. He needed her, just as she needed his words. He was a leech.

"I know Daniel, I know." She reassured him. She touched his face, his hair, his collar, smiled her little Mona Lisa smile, and turned to leave. He hated her for it.
"I love you, but I have never liked you." He assured her in return, thinking of gattling guns, leeches, and alphabet soup.

She did not hear him.

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