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I sit down at my usual spot after school.

It's a corner in the library

next to two tall windows.


A tiny nook

that I'd found right after transferring in.


Today,

the afternoon light filters through the curtains,

shimmering through the dust,

radiating spots of warmth on the table.


I can barely hide my smile

as I pull my novel out from my bag.


There isn't a cloud in sight.

The air is dry like paper.

Sunlight drenches the sky.


But she's here.

Sitting across from me.



And it isn't raining.

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