Shadows in the Machine
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker. I stood under the awning of the Meridian Corp building on Flower Street and watched water sheet off the neon sign above my head, reflecting in puddles that contained every sin the city had ever flushed into the street. Seven years out of the Marines, and I still stood under awnings watching rain like a man...
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