Hey, what a day. I read again for the morning, playing my violin in the midst of it, and played basketball with a few friends, defined as Sean, Kevin C, and a grade seven called Alexander. Then rain fell in a few drops.
Seconds later, we were all running to cover; back home. It was pouring (while I was running home, I looked up to the bailing sky and cold crystals, and the following term formed in mind) ice sparks.
I just recently had a bath, my hair still wet, and here I am. What a wet day.
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