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Sarah and I met at the Big Metal Industrial Sculpture at 7:43. She arrived with the same combo I had brought the night before: Prosecco and Gerolsteiner. We drank out of jars, watching the lightning storm and sunset, talking about Oscar Wilde and how to record thunder. Little ants crawled on our feet.

Once it started pouring we went to my house, where I had left curry slowly cooking. Boy came in soaking wet and told us all about it, possibly blaming us for the rain.

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