Raindrops keep falling on our heads
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We were running in the rain, like two mad persons who couldn't care any less about the mud that were sticking onto our feet or about the amused faces who were throwing us puzzled stares. In that split second, while watching his chubby naked back prancing infront of me and having his shirt which he took off for me hovering over my head, I am, once again, more than certain that he's the only one whom I want to shield me away from all the storms like he never fails to do so.
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