The Cleaner in Brooklyn
ACT I I didn't ask to be Daniel's assistant. He asked me. Or rather, he looked at me in the way that people look at things when they need something and you happen to be standing there. "I need someone," he said. It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact, the way you'd say the sky is grey. I was twenty-six, out of work, and living in a basement apartment in Brooklyn that smelled...
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