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It's pouring here. Buckets. The streets are all rivers of black and brown. Of white dust and cigarette butts. And now, I am covered in it. But, I love the rain. Sometimes. I mean, I love it when it rains and it hasn't rained. It's a gloomy day and I just want to lie in bed and think. And wake up to make cookies. Then talk, and lie in bed some more. It reminds me of running through the streets of Hyde Park at midnight and jumping in the fountains on campus. Too bad, I would never actually touch anything from this country if I didn't really have to!

Now, I must go disinfect myself.