When it rains it smells like worms on the east side. On 35th and 8th, it smells like sewage and curse words. Everyone leers. Umbrellas drip drip drip, shoulders shoving, my jaw is clenched and I don’t realize it until I get to the office. It smells in the office too. The heat is drenching the mezanine. We all start sweating over our keyboards. Drip drip drip. Crack goes the thunder. Crack goes my jaw.
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