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She counted the raindrops as they fell on her bare shoulders. They washed her skin clean as they did the sidewalk she rested on. When the sprinkling thickened, the drops no longer perceptible, she abandoned the notion of counting drops and focused on counting the minutes instead. She would wait for another half hour, then she would have no choice but to turn herself in.

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