The Distant Joke
The rain fell in sheets of iron. Miles stood in the mud. He held his umbrella. It was black. It was wet. It was broken. The wind screamed. It tore at his coat. The coat was gray. The coat was old. The coat was tight. He pulled it down. He pulled it down hard. The buttons strained. The buttons cracked. One flew off. It hit the mud. It disappeared. Miles did not look. He looked up. The sky was...
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