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September 8, 2015
Afternoons are gloomy and taunting. It's been raining at exactly 4 p.m. for a week now. She comes to the bakery at 3 p.m. every day, sits down at the same spot by the glass wall, and spends a couple of hours looking at the sky. This week it's been so gray and weepy, and she has to will herself to leave the safety of her thoughts to go out and deal with the wetness. She could easily head straight for the office and stay dry, but she wants to challenge predictability, believes she can stop the rain.