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Delusioned
He sits at a booth and orders for everyone: "Eliza will have a strawberry lemonade and a salad, no dressing; Hubert will take an ice-cold beer to wash down his steak; my grandmother, here, will have the chicken and green beans; and I suppose I'd like the duck." The waitress responds to his requests: "I'm terribly sorry, sir, but I’m terribly confused. I see no Eliza to serve a lemon or salad; and Hubert’s not here to prove he’s of age. Your grandmother, dear, I’m afraid isn’t here; and we don’t have duck here to put on your plate. I'm sorry to say, mister, but you are alone. No one is here with you tonight." He stares up at her, baffled— two tangled prisms absorbing dim light "Miss, I insist, please bring me the food. My friends and I have grown weary from battle and war and we need to dress our wounds. Miss, can’t you see that we’re brutally beaten?" "Sir, I’m sorry to say that you are not damaged or beaten in any kind of way. Your clothing is bright and your hair is all combed. You are still very much alone." He stands up straight and sighs, "a man is born alone and so, alone is how he dies."
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