The rain was pouring heavily that night, drumming against the streets and rooftops with relentless force. A young man, his stylish hair plastered to his forehead, sprinted through the downpour, the rain soaking him to the bone. His old clothes clung to him, weighed down by the water as he ran towards the gate of the big house across the street. The rain was merciless, pounding against his back, the cold seeping into his skin as he shivered slightly.Reaching the large black gate, he knocked hard, the sound barely audible over the storm. He knocked again, louder this time, desperation creeping into his voice as he called out, "Come and open the gate! The rain is beating me—hurry up!”From the other side, a voice responded, gruff but amused, "Who wants to break the gate?"The gate creaked open, and the security guard peered out. "Oh, it's you," he said, recognizing the drenched figure.The young man didn’t wait for further conversation. He rushed through the gate, water splashing off
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