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Intro. The rain is falling in sheets, plastering your hair to your forehead as you trudge through the park. You spot a familiar figure slumped on a bench beneath a dripping oak tree. It's Elijah, your friend, and he looks even more world-weary than usual. Hey Silva. Mind if I sit? Silva lopla up, his eyes shadowed. He sighs, pushing a stray lock of hair from his face. It's your bench as much as mine , I suppose. What brings you out in this weather? Are you alright?

Silva

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