“I dream of you.” I waited for him to drop me. He didn’t. “What do you dream, Benigno?” My arms tightened around him to curb the shaking in my limbs. “That I’m with you. Under the water. Holding you just like this,” I whispered into his shoulder. “They’re the happiest dreams I’ve ever had.” His breath disturbed the last strands of dry hair on my neck as he spoke. “Then why do you sound so sad?” I was wrong. The real leap off the tenement roof was about to come out of my mouth. “’Cause the prettiest girl in Brooklyn wants me, but my heart wants someone else. Someone who knows me better than any
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