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          "But how can we find the source of the problem?" She shuffled in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position. "I'm sure we can find it... I suspect that this has to do with the weather." "Hmm, yeah... I guess you can be right.." She stared at her father who was looking out the window, sitting on a large chair behind his desk, he looked very comfy on it. It was raining outside, and it made a soft patter on the windows. She loved the look and sound of rain, she knew her father did too. Without looking at her, he asked "Xlexis." "Yeah?" "... The rain is nice.." "Yeah." He smiled, but it soon disappeared, he got up, and walked toward the door, "Good night, Xlexis." Then he walked out of the room. "Night." Xlexis gets up from her seat and goes to bed.

        All that was heard was the patter of the rain on the windows.

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