Smoke in Her Eyes
Smoke in Her EyesACT I — INCIDENTThe rain in this city doesn't clean anything. It just makes the grime slicker, turns the sidewalks into black mirrors that reflect the neon signs and the people who can't afford to look at themselves in them. I was sitting in my office on Olive Street, watching a drop of water trace a path down the window like it had somewhere important to be, when she walked...
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