There are gigantic raindrops falling on the roof right now and I am enjoying it. Normal rain doesn't make a sound through the roof. These raindrops do. Quite.
The man wondered the streets aimlessly, unaware of where he went or if it would get him in any trouble. He hadn't been drunk for months, and it was a bad thing. He was too happy, too content, and everyone knew it. He was becoming a failure.
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