There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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Rain, starting

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i have read not even 1 book


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