The Moth in Brooklyn
The Moth in Brooklyn The rain in Brooklyn does not fall straight down. It comes at an angle, as if the wind has something to prove. Molly Chen stood under the awning of the used bookstore on Grand Street and watched it slice diagonally across the street, turning the sidewalks into rivers of reflected light from the traffic signals. She was fifteen and had just come out of the bookstore with a...
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