I had a dream that my boyfriend and I were sleeping on a park bench somewhere in New York City. (I can't say where because I don't know know New York City very well.)
"I found us a place," he said. "It has a balcony with a view of Manhattan."
I watched him smile.
"It wasn't there!"
He laughed and laughed. A great joke.
In real life, we never did that.
And I am pretty sure that is never going to happen.
This is a book within the vicinity:
City of Industry: Geneaologies of Power...
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