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Outside the rain was coming
down in torrents. The storm had started last Tuesday and still showed no sign of letting
up, it was unrelentless, like the gloom prevading Serena's heart. Personally Serena didn't
care much if it rained or shined outside, because it was always like the bitterest of
storms in here. The only difference was if the weather was bad outside then all those
within Mrs. Parchinson's Orphanage for Girls would practically freeze to death, like
today. Serena sat huddled against the window, not the warmest of places, with small
unraveling blanket drapped around her thin shoulders, silent tears running down her
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| Outside the rain was coming down in
torrents. The storm had started last Tuesday and still showed no sign of letting up, it
was unrelentless, like the gloom prevading Serena's heart. |
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Outside the rain was coming
down in torrents. The storm had started last Tuesday and still showed no sign of letting
up, it was unrelentless, like the gloom prevading Serena's heart. |
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