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2005There was an impostor, standing in someone else’s place, holding his breath like it might make him invisible. He hadn’t stolen anything, not a name, not a face. Just a feeling that didn’t belong to him anymore.
Sometimes, he wondered if whatever had taken it - the feeling, the belonging - might take the rest of him too, if he offered. It would probably be easier that way.
Sometimes, he wondered if whatever had taken it - the feeling, the belonging - might take the rest of him too, if he offered. It would probably be easier that way.