The Gray-Suit Man
It was a Tuesday in November when the man in the grey suit came into my office for the first time. Rain was coming down in that particular New York way—not a storm, not a drizzle, but something in between that made everything feel damp without ever committing to being wet. He was maybe thirty-something, medium build, wearing a grey suit that fit him well without looking expensive. His hair was...
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