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The dreams always start the same.
Soft orange light barely bleeding through a dusty, grime-covered window, slanting across stained wallpaper and the silhouette of my old futon mattress, a crumpled blanket cocooned around a younger version of me. Then the smell hits—sour malt liquor, weed, something faint and feral lingering under it all. That’s how I know I’m back.
Back in that busted-up government subsidized apartment off W. 25th in Ohio City, where the floors wer ...
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