I know why the God cries

The wind was blowing harder then usual, but it didn't seem like it could bring anything bad upon us. The tepid rain drops were falling down from the roof onto my nose as I walked down the stairs of my old house. The stairs squeaked a little, which brought back the memories from my past, and some guesses for my future. As i walked down those stairs, I remembered that the stairs started squeaking when …

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