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The 7 train rattled over the express tracks like a train over express tracks—loud, inevitable, and going somewhere that Danny Chen had not yet decided he wanted to be.
At twenty-six, Danny had spent most of his life on that train. He had ridden it from Flushing to...
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The register beeped. Frank Bailey took the beer from the customer's hand and bagged it. The...
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The rain in Chicago doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker. I was sitting in...
The Geometry of Absence
Leo lived in a studio apartment in Brooklyn that was less a home and more a collection of voids....