« 3. water, water everywhere
You drew the oversized hood of your rain slicker down over your face, trying to pull the coat's zipper up further than your chin. You mentally ran over the checklist—knee-high rain boots, gloves, waterproof pants, a wide umbrella with a handle you held in trembling hands...
Fear still gnawed at you, increasing with every drum of the pouring rain above your head.
You can not get wet.
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