John Michael Strubhart

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And then, suddenly, the sky split open and the rain poured down. Huge drops, and they pelted the sidewalks and the gutters and the streets, and the asphalt and concrete sizzled when the first drops fell, and the citizens of the city smiled and watched the rain, watched the huge drops—God, how big the drops were!—splattering against the ground.
Cop Hater (87th Precinct, #1)
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