When it rains..
The rain never stopped you. It never stopped you from being there when I needed you. No, it didn’t matter if your money was not enough for a fare. Walking for a few hundred meters was chicken, as long as you had your trusty umbrella and a warm jacket. It has been drizzling all  evening. The rain is feeble, weak. It has no sound. But I can hear your voice loud and clear, just a few months ago as…
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