Like a thousand needles falling down, each drop of ice cold rain brought a sting he would never forget. It hurt, it was awful, it soiled his meal for the day. His head hung low as he stared at the loaf of soggy bread in his hands. Sunday's were never too great anyways. The shelter he built...
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