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We looked for puddles. Cursed the draining prowess of the cul de sac, traced each tiny rivulet until we found one, small, proud puddle along the side of the street. And we, in blue dress pants and leather loafer, in yoga pants and tennis shoes, held hands, and jumped. - Puddles
