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That’s about when the bottom started to drop out of the sky

I laughed and started to run toin the least about the rain

I loved rain

Even more, I loved when the rain turned into a torrential downpour

I loved it evenflashed and thunder rumbled

It took et dry, and two to send over Hastings’ file, leaving ht to do what I wanted most: read

Most people wouldn’t like reading if it was their job, but I loved it

I loved evenwas about murderers

Why did I like reading books about murderers? I didn’t know But I’d always had a bit of a fascination with them

I was deep into the psyche of theme out of the story

Bourne: You play dirty Still, don’t be a little bitch all your life and chicken out of the dating profile I’ to bother the hell out of you until you do what I want

The bad thing was, I kneould

Bourne was a stubborn jackass like that

Even worse, I’d promised him that I would

Which meant that I owed it to him and myself to keep that promise