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It was a dream, not a nightmare, a beautiful dream I could never imagine in a thousand nights. I saw this girl next to me, who wasn’t beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following, soaking through my body and out my fingertips in shafts of colour, and I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.
—  Jim Carrol, The Basketball Diaries