Black Sun
The rain in Los Angeles does not clean the streets. It makes them shinier. It takes the dust and the cigarette butts and the coffee grounds that people spill on their way to jobs they hate and it spreads them evenly across the asphalt so that when the sun comes out, the whole city reflects like a mirror and everyone who walks on it sees their face distorted in the puddles and thinks: I look...
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