The bookstore smelled like old paper and older decisions, the kind...

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The bookstore smelled like old paper and older decisions, the kind of place where time accumulates the way dust accumulates on neglected shelves. I wouldn't have gone in if I hadn't had nowhere else to go.

It was raining in Greenwich Village, which is New York's way of making everything feel like a mistake you're going to have to live with. I was standing on the sidewalk with a court date in forty-eight hours and a robbery charge in my pocket, and the rain was doing its best to wash me off the face of the earth, which would have been fine by me. The door was open. I stepped inside because the...

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