The rain is perfect, cool drops rolling down my scalp like marbles, gathering on my neck like old friends. Typically, I watch the rain from inside, standing at the stove, preparing endless meals for guests that just won’t leave. They sit in my dining room, leaking on the carpet. Rotting against my good chairs.
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