The rain would come. She could feel it. As certain as there being no calorie-free chocolate cake. The water would come. It was predictable in this April weather flux. Spring would ooze in- seventy degree weather that inspires everyone to find outdoor activity - changed to sleeting precip in the matter of 24 hours. Everyone bunking down indoors. Where the heat clicks back on - not a bad gig for the oil companies in this town.
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