Literature
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A horrible hobby but somehow it suits you, Rain said with a faint smile. His eyes looked down and there was a slight crease to the left of his nose. It was raining and this pleased Rain very much. It had been years since he'd had to mop the endless downpour of Cheviot's subconscious; when it rained now he felt a slight sense of relief that it wasn't him who had to clean it up. Of course even figments of the imagination know about the water cycle, and Rain had watched enough PBS to know about happy clouds. Still, he couldn't help but wonder where it all went. Logic told him down to sewers, into rivers, filling oceans, to