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I will not dream anymore, you said. I will not set myself up for the pain. But then your team made the playoffs, or you saw a movie, or a billboard glowing dusky orange and advertising Aruba, or a girl who bore more than a passing resemblance to a woman you’d dated in high school— a woman you’d loved and lost— danced above you with shimmering eyes, and you said, fuck it, let’s dream just one more time.
