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It was raining heavily that night.
I squinted, trying to make out just what the shape was. The rain obscured most of my vision, preventing me from seeing clearly through my window. Whatever it was, it was bound to block traffic later, what with standing in the middle of the road. I sighed, putting on some boots and grabbing my red umbrella on the way out of my office, thankful that for once, Feliciano wasn't absent-minded enough to forget returning my umbrella for once-I had ended up having to run all the way home in the pouring rain more often than not thanks to the ditzy owner of the Vargas Circus.
Once I had stepped out of the warm confines of my office, I had to maintain a strong grip onto my umbrella; otherwise the wind would grab it like a thief and send me chasing after it like a madman. It sprayed rain all over my face anyway.
All the more reason to get this done and over quickly, dammit.
I approached the silhouette of the object I've been peeking out of my window for qu