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[laclucky]

When it rains on weekday mornings I drive past the corner diner with it's big red sign. The only time I want to be there. When it's raining. Like the stories we wrote in October and read aloud on that porch that, probably still, smells like hot wicker. It was raining then too. And the thunder crashed at the right part in the story, when it's

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[thesea]

favorite.