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My Childhood Sweetheart Asked Me to Sign a Special Folder in Room Four Hundred Seven

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through the heavy double doors, the rubber tires squeaking on the smooth gray tiles.

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The light through the stained-glass window of the basement chapel cast long, purple bruises of color across the wooden altar. It was a small, windowless room that smelled of damp concrete and the cedar oil they used to polish the pews.

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