The Baltimore Chronicles
A novel in real time
Thursday, May 18, 2006
I dreamt that I was in prison--visiting someone; I don't know who. While there, a man came up to me (an inmate)and I quickly recognzied him as my birth father. His prison name was "Cutting Edge." Now what on earth do you suppose that means?
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