It's Sunday. It's raining. I feel so lazy.
It's quiet in the city. The church bells are tolling. Causing the rain drops to fall. Little wet splashes of Holy Water against the window. Stifling me. What on earth would I rather do than stare at the drops on the glass? Nothing. Not that it feels good. It has just keeps me paralyzed.
It's quiet in the city. The church bells are tolling. Causing the rain drops to fall. Little wet splashes of Holy Water against the window. Stifling me. What on earth would I rather do than stare at the drops on the glass? Nothing. Not that it feels good. It has just keeps me paralyzed.

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