he hurriedly unfurled his black umbrella as the rain delightfully danced on our skins and he hurried behind me, trying to catch up. no, i wasn't evading his nearness--i felt i liked the pseudo-chase.
that was the first. he had his umbrella with him.
we won't mind getting lost in the rain--we got an umbrella.
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