#Riley:Cheryl

[springbandit]

"You'll thank me later." Riley assured the stranger, offering out a battered and broken umbrella. Several of the spokes were pointing in directions they were never designed to, and the picture that had once adorned the fabric had been worn away to little more than a smear of white plastic. "I know it's nice now, but, there'll be a downpour before you make it back to just about anywhere. I can smell it coming."

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