So, here I am, and I lay under a redwood tree, or cherry blossoms, whatever pleases you more, with the girl of my dreams. The sky was pink. The ground was green. She rests her head on me, and our lips connect. It feels like a kiss, but it could be a curse because I closed my eyes and drifted off. I dreamed of my own exorcism, priests debating what
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