The Unknown Father
The rain in Chicago doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the dirt wetter. I knew this because I had been watching it fall on South State Street for forty-six years, and in all that time I had never seen a puddle on that block that wasn't already stained with something it shouldn't have been. My office is on the third floor of a building that used to be something respectable before the...
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