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when it started raining a violent rain, I went out into the yard naked and stretched out on the thick lawn. It was grass that was well cared for. It was a warm, furious rain that came down at a slant on a warm night in July. It was dark. It was not my yard. It was my landlords’ yard. A man and his wife. I stared up into the sky while laying supine, sinking my manicured fingers into earth, and I held on for dear life.

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