Dancing through Dreams and Chicken Cravings
<p>My cousin Kash’s words lingered in the air, a perplexing notion that provoked a spontaneous giggle from me as our conversation unfolded over the phone. I found myself caught in the web of confusion — did I truly possess such a <em>predilection</em>?</p>
<p>In the realm of romance, my journey had been a mere fantasy, a series of daydreams painting vivid pictures of possibilities within the canvas of my mind. The characters of my affection were not always paragons of virtue; imperfect in their fictional existence, they hinted at a peculiar taste I may have unknowingly cultivated.</p>
<p>Lately, a subtle revelation dawned upon me — perhaps, buried within the recesses of my psyche, I harbored an affinity for…<em>lawyers</em>. The allure lay not in their perfection but in the artistry of their deceit — perhaps now I understand the famous Eminem song “Love the Way You Lie”.</p>
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