The Journey of an Ou

The heavy rain came and went quickly, leaving a humid air thick with the faint smell of earth. The cobblestone streets gleamed under the intermittent sunlight.,The ceiling fan whirred feebly, emitting a grating groan as it struggled to turn. Pushing open the door, Heather's gaze fell upon the figure behind the counter.,Jack Sr. fumed, "This time it was the other party practically begging me to take him in! He... oh, here he is. Hazel, this is Mr. Eznabi, a longtime client of ours."。