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a*****ion day was a stranga day. First of all, it was raining in L.A. Not the normal february rains we've all come to expect. No. It was a noisy slant of waterfall that seemed to empty the streets of all human life. I was out there, however. At her home. Waiting. Funny how all that rain seems to keep people's eyes cast down, impairing their vision. She never saw me as she approached her front door, and I was standing next to a tall hedge not five feet away. As she clicked in her door key I...