Dear 'Nal
The seasons have changed. The winter rains have started again. This years toll will be much higher than the last. The rains came without warning. So many souls were out from under cover and have perished. The acid eats through the skin so quickly there is barely time to take cover before your body simply stops moving.
I was lucky to only to have a drop of rain blow my way as I ran for cover. Though the pain of it felt as if it were a full bucket. In a few years I am sure the scar on my cheek will heal, but until then I will have to make sure it does not spead any farther across my face. I don't want to look like the boy down the way who's whole face looks as though it is melting off. He only came in contact with a single drop of rain as well.
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