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Jan. 17th, 2007 08:53 pmIt's raining.
Although that really doesn't do it justice, Shelley thinks wildly, running through the downpour, already soaking wet, and shivering in the wind. It had been warm this morning.
Bloody England.
She drops her keys twice as she fumbles to open the door before splashing inside, socks squishing in her shoes.
This is not a happy Shelley.
Although that really doesn't do it justice, Shelley thinks wildly, running through the downpour, already soaking wet, and shivering in the wind. It had been warm this morning.
Bloody England.
She drops her keys twice as she fumbles to open the door before splashing inside, socks squishing in her shoes.
This is not a happy Shelley.
