She never thought she would stand witness to a hard rain in December. But then again, she had never conceived that the combination of wine, cigarettes and a heavy dose of caffeine could be as perfect at it was. Or that a stranger could just walk into her life one random day, making her smile a little more than was required. Of course, her brain was running at double its usual pace trying to make sense of things. But in her twisted little head, socks and sweatshirts were all that she could dream of. And perhaps a gin with blackcurrant, or something like that.
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