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as I knew they would be. It was frigid by then, the rain still pouring down heavily, as if trying to ďŹ ll the void of the emptied streets. I did not use my umbrella. I let the rain soak my clothes, seep all the way through to my body, the wet cold licking my chest, stinging my skin, freezing my heart.
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