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He came in on a Wednesday night, for the late show. It was raining. That thin kind of rain that makes no sound but clings to the streetlights and makes them look sad. He wore a dark jacket, a white shirt without a tie, and he had that ease people have once they are past thirty and know exactly how much space they take up in a room.

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