It rained.
I stood in a disused corner of a furnace room and put on a pleated shirt, a vest, and a bow tie. I felt ridiculous putting on fine clothes in the dirtiest room in the building, with only an aging folding chair as my only piece of furniture. I pulled the pants on over my boots and fastened them about my waist. I put on my coat and smoothed the lapels. Then I had nothing to do but wait.
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