The efficiency of the memoriter ingress allows you to come calling as easily as another niggle of myself. Rain hitsupon me; in doing so, it robs me of my right to say, No. This is Nature’s way, kowtow or kaput...
Everything else is a blur. Like how it is with the machismo of monsoons. One has to move beyond a blurb.
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