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Sacred Haven of Debauchery

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It's raining heavily, the river has a strong current, and there's a boy drowning (being carried away by the water). His mother is running along the bank, shouting his name. A man sees this. He's walking along, under an umbrella, smoking a cigarette. He sees it and rushes to help. He pulls the boy out, asks the mother to give him a hand so he can climb out, but she doesn't care; she's hugging her son and trembling.
So the man died, when he could have just kept walking.
What the fuck am I reading?
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