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On a rain-softened morning in late October, the city felt smaller than it had the night before. Headlights pooled like ink at intersections; the sidewalks smelled faintly of wet leaves and exhaust. In an apartment on the fourth floor of an aging brick building, the man who told me his world had rearranged itself around a single, defining phrase sat at a small wooden table, hands folded over a cup of tea gone lukewarm.