I stood in the doorway and watched the water collect in small pools. Saw too, it bouncing out to form others. A man stepped out of the library and stood in front of me with his umbrella. It was a teal almost, and in tough shape. He pulled at the stick hoping to shape the canopy again and got half of it to come to attention, the other half derelict
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