Manny didn’t believe in magic until the Tuesday his fire escape filed a noise complaint.
He was a New Yorker, which meant he believed in exactly three things: rent control, the L train, and the fact that nothing in this city could surprise him anymore. Then, at 2:17 AM, something knocked on his fourth-floor window.
Not tapped.
Knocked.
Like it had knuckles and an attitude.
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