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Dead end street

As he cornered the narrow street, he decided it was time to go through the vast wall of his personal sadness. Bewildered he saw the light flickering among the few distant trees and took a thought about how soon this would be over and how he would be forgotten from all friends and foes. Two or three raindrops fall upon his bald head. Rain was always present but he kept avoiding it by walking in and out the pillars of the covered sidewalks.

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