State street in the rain. Drenched, I figured "what the hell!" I might as well splash in every puddle I can find. never mind my new Simple shoes.
I ran into Starbucks; all of the customers, I swear, were looking at the water dripping down my face, my perfect mac make up running in torrents past my black coal raccoon eyes. So much for the match.com date that I was already late to. Really, who would have expected rain like this in February. During a drought. the worst drought in...
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