Prolouge

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It always starts slow. One by one, drops of water fall from the sky. Then it rapidly falls until it comes to a halt. I always thought rain was something magical. Maybe it's because my mama told me when it rains, it's God crying for all of our sins. I didn't fully understand it until now, until you. You are my sin, and I don't know how I didn't see the storm brewing ahead.

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