'I love the rain,' he said, closing his eyes and tipping his head up to the sky.
The rain grew harder, flooding his feet. He opened his eyes to a woman surfacing from an inch-deep puddle as if from the depths of the ocean.
Her hair was lank and thick with grit. Her skin was mud-slicked, and her eyes were dark holes in which he could see stormcloud skies. She hung her head, suddenly shy.
'Really.' He held out his hands, and she took them.
Dash cam installed.
I've been wondering, all these products sold with big "Proudly made in <country you live in>" labels, does anyone else avoid those as much as possible?
I know what the average Brit is like and fuck off do I expect them to make anything that actually works
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