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rain and a woman

 
I heard a girl cry out this morning.
 
It came from a portly Filipina on a Sunday off. She was under a pavilion and stomping around. She slammed on the marble table with her fists. It didn¡¯t crack under her outburst. Rain fell steadily. She made ludicrous sounds; presumably of rage. There was a man beside her. He wore a knitted beanie. He was composed and did not move from his seat while she ranted.
 
The rain – now falling in sleets – had cut them off from the rest of the neighbourhood.
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