The Wistful Dinner
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the highway into a slick, treacherous ribbon of asphalt stretching endlessly toward the horizon, where the sky and the sea seemed to have merged into a single, suffocating expanse of dampness that pressed against the windows of the sedan with a heavy, accusatory weight, as if the...
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