In the summer sun, all the sidewalks looked bleached. the various sized rain puddles from last nights storm had all but evaporated, and the air already smelled both dry and of grass clippings. He was sitting in a little manufactured park in the middle of an office strip. Flicking ash from his cigarette off his jeans, he glanced at his watch. it
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