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The year is 𝟏𝟗82 in Denver, Colorado. It's currently mid-May but it feels like it's mid-July. It hasn't rained, not once, all spring. I guess 'drought season' has come early this year. It doesn't exactly look like it's going to rain anytime soon either.
One Tuesday morning, 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗻 is walking to school, nose in a book, not paying attention to the road in front of him at all. That is, until--
"𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘙𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦!" a voice cries out.
𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 stands on the other side of the street, realizing that his dog is suddenly not by his side anymore...
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