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Pretty Little Girl in the Rain

Rain always put Ryan in a bad mood, and so, as the sky lit up with a bright flash of lightning, and the storm whirled around him, he did the basic Ryan thing to do. Sulk.

Ryan strode down the drenched streets, his hands in his poncho, his umbrella over his head. He hunched down low to keep away from the wetness, and a strand of light brown hair, now soaked, despite his efforts, slipped out of his small ponytail.

Next to him, skipping lightly down the dirt road was a girl about a year younger than Ryan. She seemed thrilled with the thunderstorm, and she twirled her umbrella about her. The girl wore no raincoat, and no jacket either. Her bare, dark chocolate colored arms hung loose at her sides. Her halter top, although pretty and white, was not the right kind of outfit for this type of weather. She didn’t seem to care.

“Georgia?”

She looked over.

“Are you cold?” Ryan looked over at her.

“No.” She kept skipping along.

“Hey Ryan.” A kid on a bike rode by, passing Ryan on the left.

Right through Georgia.

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