Children of the Star
The rooftop above the taxi dispatch office on Forty-second Street was where Tommy O'Brien came to think about the sky. It was a flat roof, covered in tar and gravel, with a rusted water tower that leaked onto his shoes every time it rained. But from that roof, if you squinted and let your eyes adjust past the glow of Manhattan's electric lights, you could still see the stars. "Every time I see...
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