STORM ISLAND
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It was a dark night, but warm, and the rain fell in heavy silver droplets, illuminated in the alley by the dull light from the nearby street. The rain fell noisily, splashing down and running in rivers, washing the grime of many hot summer days away, running through the gutters, channels and drains in the alley, splashing onto the tin trash cans and outlet flues, bursting in tiny explosions, rat tat tat on the metal.
Belinda sighed. She turned her face up into the rain, her pink lips slightly parted, letting the droplets run over her skin, her eyes gently closed, washed by the cool water. She raised her hands and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. It was already soaked and tight against her skin. She whispered his name.
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