Mary Forbes:
This morning, I woke up. It was scarcely dawn. I couldn't wait to see you. To hear your voice. I wandered through the streets, like a sleepwalker. It was raining and I hoped the rain would wash it away. This needing you and wanting.
Giovanni Doria:
You think the rain can do that?
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