New York City March 13, 2014
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Henry Strauss walks home alone through the dark.
Addie, he thinks, turning the name over in his mouth.
Addie, who looked at him and saw a boy with dark hair, kind eyes, an
open face.
Nothing more. And nothing else.
A cold gust blows, and he pulls his coat close, and looks up at the
starless sky.
And smiles.
