Trashed rain

I enter the hall, reach to the elevator, press the button, start waiting staring at the closed metal doors. It takes me those fatty 10 seconds to recon there is an unusual sound, a slow, nearly regular rhythm. Not sure how I managed to pass by the giant trash bin standing in the middle of the hallway, but I did.

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