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Waiting in the Storm

The rain was coming down in sheets. The earth was already saturated, so the new wetness just ran in rivers along the ground. And it was cold. Freezing. A person could see their breath if they were crazy enough to venture out on such a day.
She stood there, bundled into a heavy coat with the collar pulled up against the deluge of falling water. She was standing in a dark alley, trash piling around her ankles as the water level rose. She was trying to observe, but the elements were weakening her focus.
She shrank back into the darkness ever further as another anonymous person in the night ran by. She needed total ambiguity.
As she stared out into the dark, watching and waiting, her mind drifted to what had happened mere hours ago.

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