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It isn't always sunny in Philadelphia. It's been raining for almost a month straight in the middle of summer and the storms are concentrated around South Philly. The sun comes out when Mac smiles. The warmer and drunker and more happy-drunk they get the slower the rain gets, until it slows again into a deadly, wet silence.“Think that’s the end of it?” asks Dee, half falling out of the booth as she looks out of the window. Her hair has dried to little ringlet curls like she used to have when they were little.Dennis shrugs. “Dunno.” He feels warm and loose. “Keeps stopping and starting, just needs to make its mind up and stop.”“Is it the end of the world?” she asks, cheeks ruddy with drink she looks like a child.“The end of the world wouldn’t start somewhere like Philly,” says Mac, “it’d be in… Jerusalem or something.”