I met Thomas O'Brien on a night that smelled like rain and cheap gin.

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He was sitting on the stoop of a tenement on Seventh Street, staring at nothing with the kind of stare that comes from looking too long at something you cannot change. He was Irish--not the fresh-off-the-boat kind, but the kind whose family had been here long enough to inherit the discrimination without gaining any of the power. Dark hair, dark eyes, hands that looked like they had done honest...

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