The Brooklyn Proxy
(Variant V-03: New York Realism) Frank lived in a walk-up in Brooklyn where the walls were thin enough to hear his neighbor's regrets. He spent his days flipping burgers at a greasy spoon and his nights staring at a photograph of a boy who had walked out of the house twenty years ago and never looked back. The grief wasn't a sharp pain anymore; it was a dull ache, like an old bone that hurt...
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