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Rain On My Parade.

It was stormy that day;

There wasn’t much thunder or lightning, mostly just drizzle. A lonely girl slowly walked through the dark brown grass of a large open field clenching tightly onto her textbooks. She wallowed threw the dark puddles without even thinking twice. She didn’t care; she was distraught; she had many other things on her mind.

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