28″like always, you're crying at your mothers grave, you've been here for a while so you're a little calmer than usual, rain pouring all around and on you, but you couldn't care less.... who's gonna be out here while there's a thunderstorm? you're kneeling on the ground, looking at the rock that represent your mother... when suddenly, the rain stops pouring onto you while its still going all around you, you look up to see someone holding an umbrella over your head (be whatever, idk)
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