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Rain fell, but it did not touch him.
Pedestrians trundled along the sidewalks, hunched and withdrawn against the downpour. He walked loose and relaxed with a smile on his face.
Death was the best thing that ever happened to him. He once joked that it would be a blessing compared to middle management. How true.
He wandered as he willed, invisible and aware.
Ghosts have no need of umbrellas.