And.
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It.
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Was.
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Wet.
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Rain pelted blackly, diagonally up from the charnel house of the river’s gashed and roiled surface. “Blast thees eenfirnall rrrain!” Alfredo Gonzales ejaculated wildly. Water dripped from the ends of his lacquered moustaches, the gaping cavities of his pendulous ears filled with a maddening drip-drip, and his wet, tobacco-blackened lips jutted forth petulantly – not even his monumental unibrow could shield them from the storm. Suddenly all hell broke loose!! The sky was rent with an almighty crack like the sound of a million beetles snapping in half into a microphone inside a cathedral in space.
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