We were walking back and it had started to rain. It wasn't pouring, but the huge drops were relentless and slowly soaked through my thin sweater, as I growled at my poor choice of protection from the elements. Every day is the same. I was smoking a cigarette that Kele had handed me and I commented on how poetic of a scene this was. We were two
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