I can't remember why I went to Dover. Maybe I just felt like it. I went to church with my friend Emily. She wasn't religious and nor was I. It might have been a baptismal service. Afterwards we went down to the part of the church that had been converted into a coffee shop and hung out with old friends who were still religious. I used to spend a lot of time at that church, when I was a teenager and it was an unsettling experience.
I told Emily I was writing a book. She asked if it was the kind of thing she would like to read. I said, 'no, probably not.'
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