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The Man Who Envied the Rain

He stood at the window and watched the rain. It was an ordinary, gray city rain. It drummed on the windowsill, slid down the glass in crooked threads, gathered in puddles on the asphalt. People outside hurried along, hid under umbrellas, hunched against the cold. And he stood there and envied the rain. He did not envy its freshness or its...

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Cashier Lena sat inside her plexiglass aquarium and watched “movies.” Eight hours a day the black river of the conveyor rolled past her, carrying other people’s lives shrink-wrapped in cardboard. The scanner’s monotonous beep was the only soundtrack. Lena was a seasoned viewer. She’d long since learned to call the genre from the opening shots....