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“Papa?”

“Yeah hon’?”

“Why is it raining?”

“Because the clouds need to let out the rain sometimes.”

“So the sky isn’t sad?”

“No.  The sky isn’t sad, sweetheart.”

“Well that’s good.  Because I really like the sky, and I don’t want it to be sad.”

“I like it too, honey.”

“Really?  Why do you like it?”

“Well, when it rains I get to stay inside and make puzzles with you.”

“Hm.  That’s strange.”

“Why is that strange, sweetie?”

“Well, I thought you would have liked to do what Daddy likes to do when it’s raining.”

“Oh?  He told you what he likes to do?”

“Hmm.  I asked him.”

“And what does he like?”

“You mean you don’t know?”

Julian looks at his daughter.

“He likes to stay at home and kiss you, of course.”

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