having a conversation with my imaginary "friend", we reached the conclusion that there is the slight chance that i might not be a healthy human being... as a person.
we continued smoking the cigarette and he held my hand, pledging that he didnt mind being considered fictional.
there was a slight smirk, a bit of a cough and a zip of or warm wine (microwaved box wine, NOT genuine imported luxuries).
surely, this will not be our last interaction.
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