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Chapter 1: Glimpse; the First On this day, a bleak and dreary April the 6th, my generally unclouded quintessence was momentarily thrown into a convoluted fickle when I swiftly entered my local coffee shop. I was instantaneously given the indulgence of discovering that the cashier was fresh, that he was of the male species, and that he was exceedingly good-looking. Before I could even attempt to approach the counter in the graceful manner in which I always carried myself, I had to momentarily place my hand against my chest to feel my heartbeat, which was increasingly quickening with every heavy exhale that escaped my moist, parted lips; I had