The story Walking down the street of Allen Avenue that cold evening, the rain was dripping. One could see reflections of lights from moving vehicles on the stable water on the tarred road. Everywhere was frigid . The time was about some minutes pass six in the evening. As I walked down the street, soaked by the heavy downpour that evening, it seems all eyes stared just at me. By the end of the street, taking a U-turn, one could see a three story building facing Saint Patrick Catholic Cathedral, the church I visited for confession whenever I couldn't make peace with myself. The building with the inscription " EMMANUEL'S COURT", was where I lived with Ron for two years since we got married. Allen Avenue was like a semi business hub in the suburb of the city. One could see small businesses here and there. I have always lead a private life even when growing up. When I got married to Ron, I asked that we moved to the suburb of the city, away from busy life of the town
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