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I sit down at my usual spot after school.

A corner in the library

next to two tall windows.

The afternoon light

shimmers through the dust,

spots of warmth on the table.

I can barely hide my smile as I

pull out my novel.


There isn't a cloud in sight.

The air is dry, like paper,

sunlight drenching the sky.


But she's here.

Sitting across from me.



And it isn't raining.

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