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     "i'm sorry!"

     "ah, it's fine."

     two figures crouched down the pavement, sheets a flapping array.

     the sky cried at the sight.

     one scrunched up his papers, the other opened an umbrella.

     "that cafe has a heater, do you want to go there?"

     "no thanks."

     "i'm really sorry!" his hair clung to his forehead, it was misty.

     a girl, head low, lips weighed down. her toes were pointed together, stockings spotty and a darker grey.

     pity he didn't see.

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