The Romantic hadn’t felt this way in a long time. It was the adrenaline rush she got whenever she stole.
I am sorry my dear Philosopher. Please just think of it as simple souvenirs for when you leave me.
She had taken his stash of smiles, popped a few pills of his charm, a few grams of his style and rifled through his mannerisms. For two weeks she got high on it all.
When she came down from the trip she noticed a startling side effect. She felt the Philosopher flitter through her mind, get pumped through her veins and manifest himself through her words on the page.
She became Narcissus and fell for her presentation.
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