The Phantasms

[sapphicfragment]

Oh! But I must have bottled up my sanity and tossed it out to sea!

The other day I chanced upon the most peculiar of encounters... After speaking to dear Professor Grenadine of LU's Literature department, a student passed me whom I had thought was Alfred Jones. To my horror, the man whose cheeks I kissed was in fact not Alfred but a stranger whose

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[from phone]

[waitforsuperman]

that's my brother, matthew. he's really nice, you probably just scared him a bit!

[sapphicfragment]

You have a brother? By the gods, he was nothing like you. At all.

[waitforsuperman]

Yeah, he's been... MIA lately. Did you like him? He's nice sometimes

[sapphicfragment]

Being as I lacked the impulse to lay unto him the most scathing of insults I usually reserve for men that surprise me unfavorably, yes, I think that is a fair assumption. Sometimes?