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... e show had been canceled and has lost all purpose for existence. That’s how bleak it looked.
Someone better not tell it Santa isn’t real either. I don’t need the sky to start crying tsunamis on me. Rain was the last thing I needed right then.
Even the flower garden itself, with all its flair and flourish, was not spared from the melancholic air. Colors no longer bloomed, reds, yellows, and blues, so dull and washed-out. Not a trace of the wind to give them motion with the breeze. ...
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