Waiting in the Rain (a piece by me)
I’m walking down the street to grab dinner when a sudden downpour forces me to seek shelter underneath a storefront. I look up and try to see the ends of the clouds, but there is no end in sight. I look down and see my pants have dark circles along my pant legs as if I had pissed myself, of course it was only the rain. I notice a man standing next to me. He too is seeking refuge. He is a...
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