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The rain is coming but I am Not ready. I fear Lightning, but there is No guarantee that The clouds carry in them a Storm. And so I threw my Dainty umbrella to the ground and Went inside. And immediately, the clouds opened Wide, and so Begged me to come back Out again. I am cynical.
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
The rain is coming
The rain is coming but I am Not ready. I fear Lightning, but there is No guarantee that The clouds carry in them a Storm. And so I threw my Dainty umbrella to the ground and Went inside. And immediately, the clouds opened Wide, and so Begged me to come back Out again. I am cynical.
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
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