HE stood proudly, taking in the sights of regal people not wandering amongst magnificent buildings that weren't there. The smell of pastries not baking floating through the nostrils of the people who never even were. The call of shopkeepers and the babble of hundreds of voices that cannot be heard by anyone. He could see it, smell it, hear it, so it was not real.
There was no one around to ask about it, so naturally he talked all the time about the city that doesn't exist to everyone who wasn't there.
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SHE sat timidly, watching the boy in sand-dusted, raggedy clothing make his way though the regal people in the market. She could see him gaze about in skeptical wonder at nothing, hear him laugh out loud at the gaudy costumes that he couldn't see. She could see him, hear him, (she never had the nerve to try and catch him), so he was not real.
There were a hundred people around to ask about it, so naturally she talked not at all about the boy that doesn't exist to everyone who was there.
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