The rainy day
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Last published Tue, Sep 7, 2021
This is a very descriptive, short story about the perfect rainy day. I really miss the rain, and if you do too, please read this book, and try to feel like your in the story. if this book gets 100 reads, I will make one about a snow day :)
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