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I'm sitting in my first boyfriend's basement (circa 1998). I'm lying on the floor with a bunch of his friends, staring at the ceiling and smoking (like we used to do when he wasn't around). The ceiling has blue shag carpeting on it. A big black hole spills out from the corner of the ceiling and we're lying in space.

It feels brilliant. We're still smoking, and the smoke is filling the air, or lack of air, until you can't see but for the smoke.

Then I'm sitting in a resturant across from my first boyfriend. He looks really young, still 14 (though I've still see him, in the dream he's 14).

I love him still.

And we just sit there for a bit. I feel like I'm falling, and then I wake up.

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