Seven years ago, in Montreal, I went on a date with Kevin for the first time. We went to see Bride of Chucky. The cinema was almost empty but I didn't dare kiss him or try to sneak my arm inside his. Outside, I asked him if he wanted to come back to my place on Avenue Côtes-des-Neiges. In the elevator, I kissed him. In my apartment, I offered
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