Discussing The Weather (Michael Jackson Oneshot)
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Just moments before we were discussing the weather-How rainy it had been. The nights sky's had been nothing but nature's shower-head, pummeling down as if the earth needed a good wash.
The days were like hair hours after a rinse-Damp. Mistiness clung to the air, mud clung to the ground, and here he was; clung to me.
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