The rain pours down on me as I walk home, my tights soaked through and my once-stately dress sopping wet. I'm chilled to the bone by the penetrating moisture and the biting breeze, with no sunlight to warm me... yet I don't shiver. I simply stare at the ground, walking forth at a pace slower than one would normally in the beating downpour. My hair is plastered to my forehead, and I spit out some rainwater every few seconds as it drips into my mouth. I look cold and miserable.
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