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- Fiction > All FictionLast night, I could hear my mother crying in her sleep. Strangely enough, it was to the rhythm of the beads pounding on the roof, begging to be let in. Rain outside, tears inside, falling simultaneously. Madeline used to say, that when it rained, the angels were crying for us. The angels were crying...
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