"...What am I doing out here again?"
It was pouring.
It had been since last fall.
...Well, ok, that was a bit of an exaggeration. But Mony was prone to exaggeration when he lived in a place that tended to rain fall through spring.
So he had no idea, absolutely no idea, why he was waiting out in the rain, wind buffeting his coat and making his hood
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