Sometimes I dream of him you know. I dream of us together. In my dream, we stand before a bookstore. I stand on his right side. It's cold outside. We are both dressed in black winter jackets and scarfs. I wrap my hand around his right arm. It is strong. I can feel his muscles. We look at the books. I point at one of them. I smile looking up at him. He smiles looking down at me. He leans over and kisses me.
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