The Inheritance of Play
ACT I The Tuesday began like any other Tuesday in New York, which was saying something, because Tuesdays in New York had never been like any other day. Jack O'Malley was sixteen years old and sitting on the fire escape of his tenement on Avenue C, eating a slice of pizza that his mother had bought him the night before and forgotten about. It was cold and greasy and the best thing he had ever...
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