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Under garish pink umbrella stood a sumptuous looking lady her red lips clashed with her orange designer dress and her flamingo pink beret. In her hand was a maroon handbag and in her handbag was a caramel coloured chihuahua. Looking around she was the only star in the night sky. On the other side of the road was a bedraggled idiot holding a newspaper above his head. The soft patting of the rain splashed on the impervious metal roofs of passing by cars. Loud music was coming from the open windows of cars. She looked around and found everyone staring and turned her nose at them. A giant shroud had covered the city, the streets were empty but just a hint of sunshine managed to shine through the ponderous clouds.