As it had rained steadily all day long in sheets and slivers of chunky New York rain…there was nothing left to do but buy a loaf of strawberry and cream bread, fresh hot off the shelves of the store; elegantly wrapped in colored cellophane, tied up with a creamy red bow.
And as there was still nothing really to think about, a cup of strong, black Italian roast coffee laced with real cream would do the trick, right so.
The lake kept rising and even the umbrellas were worn out and sleepy and the rain led nowhere and everywhere.
It was time to sit down…
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