Ever since that day, I never saw him again. Maybe he had been a figment of my imagination. Maybe he never existed. The glasses. The loud music. The smell of cigarettes. The coughing. It didn’t happen. And I’ve since stopped searching for that imagined face among the sea of strangers. Perhaps this is how I get myself to go to work every single day. Urban knight fantasies as a coping mechanism.
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