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The cold, bitter wind was messing with his long, black hair. His face was twisted in a hard, cold glance. He was running, running fast under the cold fingers of the rain. He looked as if he was unaware of the piercing cold, or the huge rain drops falling over him. It would be a great issue to try to explain what was going on in his head. He tripped, and almost fell. He was still running, muttering under his breath. He managed to get to the corner of the street. He tried to catch a glimpse of the corner sign, but the liquid wall and the darkness of the night didn't help at all. At the same time he was rubbing his eyes, a flash of lightning struck nearby, making him jump. Now he knew what had to be done. Even if this recent storms had no love for human beings, he would have to stay where he was, until lightning came again, to see what the sign said. He waited, and he was rewarded. The lightning struck closer this time, letting him see the sign. The flash also illuminated his face, making it visible at last. ...