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Challenge #131: Rain
Title: No Sound but the Rain
Condom: Ted

Justin dashed to his apartment through the increasingly heavy rain. By the time he’d trudged up the stairs, he was damp and shivering.

Justin stepped out of the bathroom, still drying his hair, and called out to. . . no one. Sighing, he heated a can of soup and debated eating in front of the TV or computer. In the end, it was easier to stand at the stove. Having rushed through the rain instead of lingering at the markets and shops along his route home, the evening stretched endlessly in front of him. New York was always lonelier when it rained.