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Fiction by
Alex Shvartsman /
September 18, 2017For the first time in over two decades, it rained in the morning. "I don't think we own an umbrella," said Melanie. "But there may be an old raincoat in the closet." Pauline glanced at the wall of precipitation outside their window. "Be sensible. Raincoat or not, you're not going outside into that." Melanie peered […]