Sitting next to the window, he noticed that the trace the drops of rain left when they crash and roll down the cold and humid glass, were just like the trace his tears left when they roll down his cheeks.
The end.
Sitting next to the window, he noticed that the trace the drops of rain left when they crash and roll down the cold and humid glass, were just like the trace his tears left when they roll down his cheeks.
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