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So I took it. Walked out into the storm, opened it triumphantly — and immediately felt a cold drip on my forehead. One of the spokes was broken. A small betrayal, but a betrayal nonetheless.

So I’ll keep the umbrella. And every time it rains, I’ll think of the old man running through the storm with open arms. blogul anastase

So now the umbrella sits by my door again. I don’t know if I should return it. He clearly doesn’t want it. But it was never mine. And yet, in some strange way, it is. So I took it