And one day, everything was the same: jokes, conversation, nudges. I never stopped to think once about foreign relations. Never hesitated at all to stop and think about possible interruptions. And I sure as hell didn't even stop to think about my upcoming death. And it all started with rain.
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I knew somewhere out there, my parents were worried sick. Somewhere out there, my friends wondered about me. I knew that a world like this wouldn't last forever, and I had to make it last. But I could always retell it.