What a perfect timing for this rain, right after my hat’s been made into gruyere cheese by a bunch of bullets.
“Hey, if ya gonna kill me, I wanna look good. Don’t go around shooting my clothes.”

“Wish granted” are the last words I hear, and then the shots.

Well, at least with the rain, my clothes won’t get bloodstains. Hopefully.

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