The Drizzles

It was the night of the drizzles. Cold buckets were hanging below the subway, waiting for a frozen arm to tip them over. Some of the buckets contained love. Some contained anger. and some of them conained that mild annoyance that you feel when someone pushes in front of you in line. All of these feelings were frozen, unsensable to all but the drizzles.

It was his night...
















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