Ceci n’est pas une faux pas

Tuesday, November 21 at 8:31 PM

I was a bit distracted leaving work yesterday. I dash out into the rain falling that's far worse than mist, but not as rainlike as it had been earlier in the morning. At the bike racks, the key turns in the lock, and I hop on. Pedaling, "My shoes feel really loose," I mutter. Glancing down, I see alternating flashes of brown. My inside shoes. Outside. In the rain. I've been here how long?

PS

Will thinks this post is rather Japanesey.
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