Cienfuegos II

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Midas is what my mother calls me now whenever we talk about school on the phone. Alright now, Midas she’d say right before spilling the tea, raving on about the latest workman’s comp claim. My mother is fifty-seven years old, born in the veins of the Mississippi to a musician who howls at the moon & an accountant who…