Diagnosis: Love
"Angela, I'm dreaming this, right? It's not really happening, is it?"
She laughed, throwing back her head. "Does it really matter? A wise man once said, 'Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.'"
I knit my brow. "Who said that? Walt Disney? Picasso? Hemingway?"
Angela began to move away from me, her steps like a graceful dance. "Tupac Shakur. He knew what he was talking about. I love you, sweet man. Live your life and don't be a dumbass."
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