Sample: Film Noir
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the dirt slicker. Jack Callahan stood in the doorway of Evelyn Mercer's apartment and watched the water run down her window in rivulets that caught the neon from the sign across the street—a sign that read _LODGING_ in letters one of which had burned out, turning the word into _LO_ING_, which seemed fitting, because everything in...
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