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... ood next to the window of his rented studio, silently praying in his heart.
He shook his wet hair and looked outside at the torrential night rain pounding against the glass, unable to resist cursing, "Damn weather forecast, it’s never accurate."
This morning, the weather forecast showed no rain.
Who knew that after finishing his part-time job and taking the bus home, he’d encounter a downpour.
Because there were several hundred meters between the bus stop and his ...
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