The White Shadow of Broadway

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I remember the smell of rain on hot asphalt and the way the neon signs of Times Square bled into the puddles like spilled ink. My earliest memory is not a face, but a feeling: the sensation of being carried through the wind, a warmth that didn't belong to a human, and a soft, rhythmic humming that sounded like a lullaby played on a broken cello. I grew up in a small apartment in Queens, raised...

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