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30.Under the RainUnder the tumult of raindrops, as a gorgeous flash of bluish lightning cut across the sky in a jagged line, Jane pulled Trent out into the middle of the street by the hand. But well get wet he complained, a little smirk on his angular face, as her humidified curls were drenched down to straggly straightness. And dirty. He looked down his nose at the muddy grass she had dragged him through, clearly disgusted. Yes we will. But its time that I take matters into my own hands. Jane was clutching Trents fingers hard, shed finally worked up enough nerve to do this, a30.Under the Rain


29. HappinessIt looks like a good day, today.29. Happiness
As the day lit the sliver of bed where Aminda lay, a faint glow fell through the pale curtains and glimmered on the flesh of her hip and thigh where they poked from the tangled lavender of sheets. Across the room, Mikael sat in his chair, knees drawn to his chin as he watched her breathe in light sleep. Sketches were tacked to the wall behind him, all of beautiful Aminda: sleeping, smiling, laughing, crying; crumpled wads of paper littered the floor around his chair, each with a smudged attempt at her eyes or her lips or the sparkle of her wispy hair. Mikael rocked slightly on his seat, humm


28. SorrowLet go of her, Amanda. Its not worth it. Theres nothing inside. Youre wrong! Shell come back, shell hold on! Amandas voice pleaded with anyone who could hear: with herself and her disbelieving heart; with Anthony as he stood over her with worry clouding his face; with the still, cold body beneath her shaking fingers, splattered with tears and blood, the laughter dead in the tiny girls hollow eyes. And, she pleaded with God. Please she cant just leave me here alone. The freckles across her daughters nose swam into Amandas vision as her gr28. Sorrow
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