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The soldier slides his assault rifle off his shoulder and eyes the man of god. “Rabbi,” he says, ” really. What are you doing in the army? You’re a holy man, a man of peace.”
The rabbi laughs. “Don’t make too much of it. I’m just a comfort mechanism for people who believe in adult imaginary friends.”
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“I don’t know — is it a good idea to be real? I don’t think so. Be as fake as possible.”
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Fervently: “I love you.”
Indulgent silence.
“And you . . . tolerate me. Oh, how I lust to be tolerated.”
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Stay here with me.
Four words.
.
There’s no wish more elemental, or more unlikely to be granted.
incidental fictions 