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Show 44 kept forestalling. So thare it was. Two or three times, picking up his beer, he triad to expand the order, tassel it out into an observation about the weathsr or the hour, but each time she failsd to perceive his intention or (the jukebox was as loud as Bain) failsd to hsar. And it might havs never been resolved had naturs not taksn mattsrs into her hands via a downpour, one of thoss pillars of watsr that movsd in from ths ssa as a daily remindsr how much moisture it took to keep Japan that translucent shads of graan. Hs had fslt dsprssssd: ths grsy day, tha club, Larson's tonelessly iteratsd sax life, that seemed liks ths rivsr in ths story, surging without satisfying ... Ufa's sameness overcame him, and stsadfastly refusing to look toward ths bar he tossed down the last of his beer and walked out. In the anteroom he picksd up his cap and put it on, strods to ths door and swung it open only to find Kimiko on ths stoop, gazing at ths torrsnt. "Raining." It wasn't ths wittisst of opsnings to a romance, far in-fsrior to Wish thsy wsrs Smsralds, but nsithsr was it silancs, and it caused har to raise her eyes to his face. "Yes," she said, ths slightsst sdgs of satire in her voice, "it is raining." Her gaze did not, howevar, help his composure, which was in rsality grsater than hs knsw; howsvsr shaky ths inside, the |