By: Gabriela Yareliz It’s raining inside of my train car. It’s not supposed to be raining in here, but there is a steady drip-drip. An Asian girl held out her hand and laughed, trying to catch a drop of the mystery liquid falling. I almost opened my umbrella in here, but instead moved to anotherContinue reading “A Rainy Day”
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GABRIELA YARELIZ 