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four.

Sunday, January 31, 2016. 10: 51 am.

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DARK. It was dark. The rain was soaking into my clothes as I ran across the street. I didn't bring an umbrella. I didn't expect it to rain that day.

That morning it was lightly drizzling as if diamonds were dazzlingly falling. I thought of no reason to bring the umbrella.

The weatherman lied that day.

As I was walking I came across you again.

It's weird how we were always meeting huh?

"It's you again! I guess it's fate that we keep on seeing each other!"

"This is only the third time. It's only a coincidence."

"If something happens once, it can happen again."

He was right that day.

Just like a dog running away with your socks.

Just like a procrastinator.

Just like that suicidal person.

If the living does something once, there's a chance that they could do it again.

And that was what happened- it happened again.

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02/02/16