The Gray Between Us
The Gray Between Us The Corner was closing at 2 AM on a Tuesday, which meant Cole Donovan was wiping down the same three tables he had wiped down forty-seven times before, thinking about nothing in particular, which was the point. Outside, Avenue A smelled like rain and exhaust and the particular brand of New York that exists only after midnight — when the tourists are gone and the locals come...
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