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it was raining again.



























and i didn't bring
my umbrella today.












i sighed.




















someone tapped
my shoulder,


















i turned around to
see who it was.










and it was you,
again.











with an umbrella
in your hands.













you were
smiling at me.











"here, i have
an extra one."

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