Chapter 2

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I look up at the dark, gloomy sky. It looks like it might rain. I look for my umbrella... Wait, it's gone. Crap! I groan, searching endless rows for my umbrella. The umbrella rack is almost empty as my hands explore each of the rows. Sighing after a few minutes of searching, I accept that my yellow umbrella has been taken.

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