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July 18, 2007
The windshield wipers slid the rain away as Eli drove slightly worried.

“A perfect date,” Lola said.

Eli said. “I guess the picnic isn’t completely ruined. I always liked the taste of wet hamburgers.”

She smiled big and her eyes enlarged. In that instant, she wanted to kiss him – driving safety, be damned. “It never rains here,” he murmured. “This is so weird.”

She looked up through the windshield to see the sun partially coming through the clouds, glinting against the raindrops. “We should just go to my apartment to watch old movies. I always do that on rainy days.”