Falling Water
Rachel Jordan snarled to herself as the skies opened and soaked her to the skin within seconds, her second-best suit providing virtually no protection from the downpour. "Great," she muttered to herself, head down against the rain as she hurried the final two blocks from the subway to her apartment. "I really didn't feel like going to the dry cleaner again this week," she sighed, watching her shoes splash through puddles that had been dry pavement moments before. Rounding a corner, she just had...
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