Rain

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Raindrops covered his windshield. He saw them get swept away by the wipers.

He saw them get swept away and he knew that those drops were not his real friends.

He looked at the passenger window and saw more raindrops there, but these were not being swept away.

These drops were slowly and steadily slipping past every crack and chip in the glass,

But these drops stayed.

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