No River Crossing
No River Crossing The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the dirt wetter. I knew this because I'd spent the last three years in Skid Row watching the rain try and fail. I'd watched it turn the garbage in the alley behind the Sunset Diner into a soup that smelled like regret and fried onions. I'd watched it pool in the cracks of the sidewalk and reflect the neon sign of...
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