*Sneaks out*
Wait... When's the curfew, anyhow? The way it stands, I could always pretend like I thought the curfew was set at 4 am next Tuesday...
*Sneaks out*
Wait... When's the curfew, anyhow? The way it stands, I could always pretend like I thought the curfew was set at 4 am next Tuesday...
That kind old lady stopped the rain for us.
She said it would only make us cold, and miserable, and sick.
We thanked her and hugged her and she walked away smiling warmly.
I miss the puddles...
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