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She sat at the corner table, near the door, staring out the window at the droplets splashing against the asphalt. It was pouring down with no intention of stopping; as if the San Francisco clouds were determined to wash away all the city’s debris. The Internet in the little neighborhood café had cut out, and she turned to gaze at the ever-loading blank screen.
Despite the rain, tourists kept coming in. Something about the cable cars on a rainy day seemed to catch their attention. Whatever it was that got them out in the rain, she wanted no part of it. She was content wrapped in her oversized wool sweater, sipping on her hot mocha, and had no desire to walk the block and a half back home to use the Internet.







