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I was sitting on that stupid truck with the others, rain pouring down on me. I wiped at my face & cursed about how stupid it was that we were playing music in the cold rain. I looked up from the drenched papers and met your eyes that were watching me from the crowd, and I swear to god, the clouds parted and the rain stopped and the sun broke through for one second. And your smile burned through me & made me warm again.

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