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Rain pelted against the widows - those poor women. Dilemma watched their huddled bodies bend toward the ground under the weight of water and shame. Everything was waterlogged; the rain had begun to affect the entire country.
It was harder to hear people speak, layers were in, lawyers were out, and no one wanted to drink anything with no alcohol content. Emma, as her friends called her, missed her husband dreadfully. His bloated, drowned body was found last week in the street - or so she was told. She did not know what to believe anymore. This was Dilemma, and she was a big one.