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The door opens onto an alley in New York City. It nearly always does.

"We go around the front and into the Firehouse," Ray says. "The door tends to lock behind me when I head to Milliways. Don't worry, the guys are all used to me bringing home strangers."

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Outside, there are vendors of bootleg movies and sellers of perfume, street preachers and cops, homeless people and printing company executives and shoppers of every stripe.

They're all glittering. None of them have any idea why.

Ray pays for as many cookies as he can carry, grabs the boys, and says, "This is just where we came in."