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It rained heavily on Sunday. A gust of wind hit, and the willow tree in the courtyard was blown down, and the willow silk whipped the wet ground. "Will this rain ever end?" Gordon Ruhle muttered. He and Maxime were standing on the porch chatting. "It's true," Maxime said with a smile, "Halbich had a date yesterday, so why didn't it rain?" "I'm sorry he didn't dare." Maximeer naturally remembered Gordon's comment about Halbig: This man has the ability to walk through a heavy rain naked without even getting a hair wet.
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