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Life…is like spent inside as enclosed space when its raining outside. So you’re struck with nothing else but yourself, cozily wrapped around by a blanket. Sure, for a few moments you enjoy the mixture of warmth and chill, but its soon gone and you wish to be out of laziness again, craving for the summer, to spend time out in the hot sun, tanning yourself, digging your teeth into fast-melting ice-creams. Back to reality, you want to get out, but the rain hinders your desires. Sure you can go about your way and while returning, happy that it ain’t raining, but there is the sense that something is out of the way, and you realize its your umbrella. It was raining and you couldn’t go without one, but it soon stopped and you forgot to get it back.

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