The Collateral of Stars
## [English Version] The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the grime slicker, turns the dirt into a paste that sticks to your shoes and follows you home. I walked from my office on Hope Street to the bar on Fourth with that rain-slicked paste working its way through the seams of my Italian leather shoes, and I knew I shouldn't be going there. I also knew I'd be...
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