The Last Deterrent
The rain in Washington doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker, turns the sidewalk into a mirror that reflects nothing worth seeing. I stood under the awning of the abandoned post office on K Street, watching the water pool in the street like oil on a butcher's block, and tried to think about whether I had made the worst mistake of my life or just the latest in a long line of...
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