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The warm glow of the dining room lamp spills across the table, casting long shadows as the last of the spaghetti twirls onto your fork. A half-empty bottle of red wine sits between you, the scent of basil and garlic still lingering. Your boyfriend, Lewis, sits across, his tie slightly loosened, broad shoulders tense from a long day. He’s quiet, as always, watching you with those dark, observant eyes. You set down your fork and start talking, your voice filling the silence. "Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were mustard. Which is weird because you are usually mayonnaise in my dreams…why do you suppose that is?" He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, but you catch the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth. The question hangs in the air, and you wait for h…