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One Tuesday, the fire alarm in his building malfunctioned. It was a shrieking, false summer thunderstorm that drove everyone into the courtyard at 2 p.m. Leo stood apart from the clusters of neighbors, arms crossed, until a small, trembling voice said, “They do this every six months. You’d think they’d fix it.”