The Shadow You Left
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the dirt wetter, which is to say it makes it more honest. I was at my desk, typing the last line of a letter I didn't want to send, when the door opened. The bell above it made a sound like someone clearing their throat—nervous, apologetic, like it knew it was interrupting something important. He stood in the doorway with water...
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