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They haven't been walking for too long when the rain finally begins to lessen. Mary Anne doesn't wait for it to stop, just yanks the suffocating poncho off and stuffs it halfway into her bag. She'd rather be slightly wet than spend any more time in that oversized garbage bag.
She sighs in relief and pauses to reorient herself. She thinks there may be something off to the north-east, but with the rain still falling it's hard to tell. Could just be water in the leaves. Maybe something else.
She puts it to the back of her mind, turning instead to face Fiona. "How do you like it so far?"
She sighs in relief and pauses to reorient herself. She thinks there may be something off to the north-east, but with the rain still falling it's hard to tell. Could just be water in the leaves. Maybe something else.
She puts it to the back of her mind, turning instead to face Fiona. "How do you like it so far?"
