IanThe rain was coming down hard that spring morning and I was soaked through and through.I didn't know if it was a bad omen, but I did know that I would be chilled to the bone if I didn't run the remaining block to my work. I crossed the street with alacrity and ran carefully until I reached the library where I worked."Ian, you're soaking wet,” Henry, the doorman, said with concern. “I think there are towels in stock and something you can use to change your clothes.”I sighed in relief and Henry smiled at me.He was an old man who cared about everyone and who, like few others in Veltonne, treated me with great care because of my history. For that, I respected him a lot.“Thank you, Henry,” I said before taking off my jacket.I shook it out a bit and walked into the library waving to everyone.The cold was chilling my skin a bit, so I went straight to the bathroom to get some hot coffee. On the way there, however, I didn't expect to find Carol, my best friend, trying to see our bos
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