No-Redemption-in-Los-Angeles
No Redemption in Los Angeles ACT I The rain in Los Angeles doesn't fall like rain anywhere else. It doesn't pour or drizzle. It hangs in the air like a curtain of glass beads, catching the neon from the signs below and scattering it into a thousand colored fragments. I watched it from my office window on Sunset Boulevard, sipping coffee that tasted like it had been sitting on the burner since...
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