the hard, cold, Baltimore accent of my youngest boyhood

LOUISE FENNE
Living large, ain't we?
In the dream I had been trying to hold something together
that just could not be. I was alone, I had no one. The buildings
were all old and dark inside. Red brick. A small, rather pretty
LatinX woman seemed to want me to hold her, but I didn't.
At the sight of her earnest smiles I walked away, every time.
The dream cha…
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