Pelting rain pounded on Mike’s fedora as he waited
Under a red umbrella, his prey walked out of the shop
Running across the street, Mike tried to get close
Slipping in a puddle, he fell hard to the pavement
Under his breath, he swore as he pushed himself back up
It seemed that the red umbrella had disappeared
The next swears were definitely out loud
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