Rain.It was raining. That’s how all these crappy novels starts out, right? It’s unfair to the rain. I’ve always thought it deserves better. Definitely better than some horribly cliché murder scene or even worse, a saga of unrequited love.Rain.
I grew up with it. The rain, that is. Actually more of in it than otherwise. Frosty and powerful and everywhere. It’s in your blood, making it run more smoothly, faster and so much more deadly than you could’ve ever imagined.
Rain has a tendency of claiming and forgetting. You know that kind of horrible cold in your bones that yo
4-december-09
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And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
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