forty three
“So, you’re the girl in the room,” Rain said. The girl was more grown up than in the dream. And like most adults, the girl was more different than alike her younger self. That was probably what made it hard to recognise her. The girl nodded. “Yes.” The voice was grown up too, more different than same. “And your name is Rain too?” Rain asked. “Yes,” the girl answered. “My name is Rain too.” “To avoid confusion, let’s just call you the other Rain. Or, O’Rain, for short. Which do you prefer?” “O’Rain. Definitely.” “You sure?” “Yes.” “Why?” “The other Rain is just wrong. And it doesn’t sound like a name in any way. O’Rain it is.” “Alright. O’Rain it is.” The two girls then looked at the final girl in the man’s body. Rain recognised Gamble. And O’Rain clearly recognised
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