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Submitted to Contest #305
Rain. I always hated rain; I hated it against my skin. It’s cold and filthy and wet and… I just hate it. But today I was standing in a crowd, wearing my silk peacock dress, and I was enjoying the downpour that was washing away my pain. It felt good; it felt releasing. The rain is actually warm, or maybe it’s just my still-boiling skin. Oh my god, why did I do it? What was going through my mind at that moment? Rage; it was rage mixed with agony in one glass that was simply too full and just spilled. I made it spill. I raised my head and look...
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