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A storm blew in from the coast before Sara made it back to her apartment, drenching her by the time she reached the densest part of town. Puddles materialized on pavement she had thought was flat and rivulets poured neatly off the corners of buildings. Her companions melted back into the town without so much as a goodbye.
She ducked her head against the onslaught, but it didn’t much matter. Water soaked quickly through her sweatshirt and tennis shoes, poured into her eyes and down the back of her shirt and off the end of her nose.
For the first few minutes it was miserable, but once thoroughly soaked she didn’t care anymore. Walking past the buildings along empty sidewalks didn’t feel like drudgery but rather an adventure, the town made strange by the flowing water, silvered with wet
