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"Ah," he said. something about the rain. I might have been
upset, dreading the prospect of being wet and
The older man sighed. He stood and cold. I might have been depressed at the grey
searched around, taking down a cardboard sky. A long time ago, I might have danced in
box into which he dropped my heart. He then the rain and written poems not to be remem-
dug around in the register and pressed a few bered in the morning, laughed and sung all
bills into my hand. I stared at them, not com- the way home.
prehending.
I am, instead, merely wet. I walk down
"Ahh, company policy," he said. the street to the subway, and I do not look
I pocketed them and walked outside. back.
It was raining. Once, I might have felt

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