"Walking in the rain is for twelve year olds." He said.
"If we became unable to appreciate beauty the older we got then we'd all want to die before we turned thirteen." She replied with glassy eyes.
"I don't need to repeat an experience I already understand."
"That's a bit closed-minded."
"You're very naive."
And so she turned away and vowed out of pride to never let a drop of rain fall upon her skin again. He quickly forgot. And eventually she wilted.
Every time it rained he had a vague recollection of a dehydrated flower- but it never made much sense to him. He quickly forgot.
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