The little yellow sun in everything

The little yellow sun in everything

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GoldenBlackApple By GoldenBlackApple Updated Aug 06, 2016

It was raining, again.
The busy streets of London were flooded with water and big, dark clouds hung over the city with sadness. No one was outside enjoying the late summer, or the light breeze as you walked by the shores. Autum had stared kicking in. Rain hammered over London quietly and unknow. People were running around with umbrellas over their heads to a destination they were trying to reach. Their were umbrellas in all different sizes and color, and you could never get enough of them. They either had to be beautiful and adorable, cool and dark, see through and they especially had to match the outfit you were wearing. I mean, how could you were a green umbrella with a dark pink raincoat? Okay, so maybe I thought it was pathetic, but, I didn't have an umbrella. This was mostly because my grandmother meant that umbrellas were a nonsense thing to waste money on.

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