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Amid the incessant rain, while the city cried its cold, hard tears, fate, or perhaps just desperation, caused our paths to cross. You found yourself under a flimsy awning, seeking refuge from the storm.
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Amid the incessant rain, while the city cried its cold, hard tears, fate, or perhaps just desperation, caused our paths to cross. You found yourself under a flimsy awning, seeking refuge from the storm.