Chapter 5 ~what is left of a weakling~

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Before I could get to the woody suburb, I perceived the dark grey bleaching that occurred in the sky, and before I could say jack a thunderous clapping ensued and then a heavy down pour. It just dawned on me that it was spring.

So by the time I got to...

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