Whenever there’s cold,
whenever there’s rain, I can’t help myself, I just stay. Doesn’t matter who talks, Doesn’t matter who yells, I’m not getting up till my story has been unveiled. From the beautiful setting, to the way it sounds, I cannot, may not put this book down. When there is rain, there’s nothing better than to read till my eyes close down.
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