Marcia

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Plunging from the sky, large beads of transparent water hurled itself through the moist air, until it came to a dead stop on the windshield of an oncoming vehicle. The windshield wipers swept the flowing water off the car, landing it on the sleek glaring pavement. The fierce wind grasped the sides of vehicles forcing them to swerve, sometimes knocking the odd one off the road.
Trembling in the night’s strength, Rosie gripped the small wheel in front of her tightly;
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I Don't wanna go to tha Kitchen
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