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... , rain poured down, blurring the glass into an impressionist painting, with green, blue, and black all chaotically mixed into a mass of gray. The decaying autumn leaves fell into the mud, red and yellow drifting helplessly in the rushing water, vitality fading away bit by bit in the stormy weather. Even through the window, the cold, damp air could be felt seeping in—
Clearly, this was all utterly terrible.
December in Foxborough lived up to its reputation.
In competitive ...
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