The rain hit hard at my window. It slowed down to whisper, then hit hard again. All afternoon the rain had been doing this while i sat behind my desk with my feet up, doing nothing. I looked around the ratty little office and wondered vaguely what time it was.
Wild Wives
Charles Willeford
1956
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