The Rain that Hammered like Running Mice A Short Story by John Doe Alison Torrance had always loved backward Camborne with its unpleasant, ugliest umbrellas. It was a place where she felt happy. She was a greedy, optimistic, brandy drinker with spiky spots and tall toes. Her friends saw her as a barbecued, big banker. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a cooing toddler. That's the sort of woman he was.
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