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The pleasant drizzle is bothering me, even though the smell of the wet mud is intoxicating. Rains always take me back to those days that I spent with you especially that particular day when we got home all wet, and soaked that old tattered red carpet of yours before rushing upstairs to make wild passionate love. And how we sat naked together, watching the rain make patterns on the window pane as you played with my hair and trailed your fingers down my bare back. I almost thought that I had fallen in love with you, but then you kissed me goodbye. I never heard from you after that, but the memory of that day would never be erased from my soul.
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