𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔
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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀�...
It was raining that day...
I took a little stroll near a bridge, gazed at the falling rain, and heard a cough...
