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Chapter 9 by Afrohorse Afrohorse

Any umbrella? Gets home?

Finds umbrella, not much help

Finding a small umbrella tucked in my desk drawer, I snap it open and walk to the exit. Stepping out I immediately feel a strong warm gust with the rain. Coming down sideways, the water was getting all over me still even with the umbrella. Stepping around puddles, I look down and see how wet and see through my blouse has become. Not wanting to be in the street light on this side of the road, I cross. Running through a wet road I hop onto the other side. Tripping, I fall on my stomach getting my hands, knees and chest all muddy. Cursing my luck I get up and jog over to my house a few houses down begging to be cleansed. Walking up I notice a few extra cars in the driveway.

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