Dave Meets the Prophet who's Not

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Dave couldn't take his eyes off the man who appeared in a cloud of blue. He looked so familiar. So, so familiar. He decided to introduce himself to the stranger-who-might-not-be.
"You just get in the country?"
"Yeah" they both laughed a bit
"Yeah, shit's crazy I know."
"Yeah"
"You'll adjust. I'm Dave." He held out his hand for the other to shake
"Klaus."
It hit him. The cult leader. The earlier portion of the 60s. A man ordering paint. That same man later acousting him during brunch with Uncle Brian. 'Hit him.' He did. The man looked at him. Betrayed-No, heartbroken. Why? Later at the compound. How does he know all of this about me? It doesn't make sense. 'February, 21 1968, in the A Shau Valley you take fire trying to hold hill 689-'the man looked close to tears- 'you never come off that hill Dave.' Dave didn't believe him. Later he got an exact copy of those dog tags. Now he was meeting the man who said those words to him. Except he wasn't because this man didn't appear to have much of the light the other had had before Dave punched him. He just looked scared. A Prophet wouldn't be scared they'd know the outcome. Most would dismiss what they were seeing. This could be a doppelganger. Except this man had all the tattoos in the right places. This man had some of the light the other one did, it was just a little duller. He didn't understand, but he knew he would. Eventually. 'I love you. And I know there's a day you'll love-' Dave knew what he was going to say. How that sentence was going to end. But here, talking and laughing with the man who was and wasn't that man, while all of this ran through his head and a million miles an hour, he knew. He wouldn't mind so much falling in love with him.

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