OUT OF THE RAIN — 25 words, 158 chars
| writingThe drenched pair eyed the unrelenting storm.
Resigned, he asked, “Coffee?”
A smile. “Don’t you just hate rain?”
The puddles dried. They were still there.
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The drenched pair eyed the unrelenting storm.
Resigned, he asked, “Coffee?”
A smile. “Don’t you just hate rain?”
The puddles dried. They were still there.