The Woman on the Edge
# The Woman on the Edge The rain in Los Angeles doesn't fall so much as it accuses. It hangs in the air like a guilty verdict waiting to be read, and I was sitting in my office, watching water trace dirty little rivers down the window, when the man in the grey suit walked in carrying a case heavier than he was. He looked like everyone who comes to see me -- shoulders hunched, eyes darting, the...
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