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A dream. A college dream. But it's not like any of the dreams I've had before. It's a dorm setting. Guys and gals are settling in and socializing. Including me. I even talk with a couple of the lovely white all-American coeds, first one and then another, and they are friendly with me, at first. But then a sort of piteous wonder shades their face, and things get a little cold, and it's clear that I should go, like I don't really belong there. It's my face. I am simply too ugly for anything to happen. After all these years, now that I am in my fifties, it is as though reality has finally caught up with me, completely and fully, so that I can no longer even dream of love.
