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| fantasy story of Yoko Kumada : |
| er spattered in the dust at their feet. Approximately one minute later the skies opened up with all their fury. Quarter sized raindrops hailed down in a torrent, quickly drenching everything in sight. The Forest Service needn't have worried. It was as if the sky gods were trying to make up for so many days of drought by drowning the poor, hapless town beneath them. People whooped and hollered in the streets, mind |