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September 16, 2007
Baldwin shouts into his cell phone, cursing and shaking his head so he looks like an expensively-dressed schizophrenic berating himself, or the world. She smiles at this as she watches him from across the street, checks her watch for the time.

She steps onto the sidewalk just as the rain starts; her foot lands milliseconds before the first fat raindrop and the other millions follow immediately after. It looks like the bottomís dropped out of the sky and the oceanís raining in, she thinks. She silently berates herself for throwing metaphors around so absently.

She comes up silently behind him.