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as we have a conversation about everything and nothing at the same time, I feel a something wet fall on my exposed arm.

"hobi.. are you ok?" I question.

"yes, why'd you ask?" he says staring back at me with confused eyes.

I lookup into the grey sky.

baby droplets of rain begin falling down as if they are angels dressed in white lace straight from heaven itself.

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