The Dissonance Between Us
The Dissonance Between UsThe saxophone came through the wall at 2 AM, as it always did. Hazel Moore pulled the silk sheet over her head and stared at the ceiling of her West Harlem apartment, listening to the man upstairs play the same blue note over and over like a person trying to pick a lock with a spoon.She had been awake for three hours. She had been awake for four years, in a way that had...
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