rain patters on the window, drumming to a melody nobody else could quite hear, the worn out letters on the glass door read "eviteted etavirp" (well, that's what they looked like on this side), every time it opened it brought trouble, trouble came in lots of forms, sometimes it looked like a burly fella trying to wiggle out of a prosecution, other times a whispy dame who let her well-rehearsed tears fall readily

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