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we first kissed in the chapel of a bookshop where we'd never met, only dreamed. sometimes things you aren't sure you've actually seen show up on old films you develop a year after you sober up. sometimes we dream of connections and the strange relief of losing everything— then awaken to search for the same. sometimes i can't put my finger on it, still i know it's there: a tiny spark that might dissolve like a dream, or become brushstrokes on an unfinished canvas. we first met in another bookshop. i don't remember the words we said then, only what i dreamed.

The following is a censored version of the original text. All strong language or curse words have been blanked out. The two friends agreed to meet at Rolo's house first then drive together to the party. As the two drove along, they noticed dark storm clouds moving in. It had been a pleasant summer's day a mere two hours before with clear skies and radiant sunshine. Now, a thunderstorm appeared imminent. "Well, that's an ominous sign," said Jake with a bit of a chuckle. "Oh shut up, it's just Midwest weather," Rolo responded as he continued driving. Despite his dismissal, the sight of storm clouds didn't exactly calm his nerves. "I just hope this goes well," he thought as they pulled up to the driveway of the address they'd been given. *** Andrew was in the living room when he heard a knock at the door. "Hmm, did someone order something," he wondered as he went towards the front