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... ps fell incessantly, soaking the earth until the muddy ground seemed to weep.
A boy, drenched from head to toe, sneezed with a loud achoo.
The rain was so cold it might as well have been snow.
Each droplet that touched his skin stole more of his body heat, yet he couldn’t hide from it.
He had something he absolutely had to do.
“Angel, Angel. Are you listening?”
— Yes, my dear child. I am listening. What is it you want to know?
Clumsy hands ...
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