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prompt for Day 21
Day 21 | Rain Like Tears | 1 November 1981 | PG | 100 words
He looked out the window of the café while he sipped his tea. It was pouring outside, Muggle London blurred by rain falling and steam on the window.
He refused to think about how the rain looked like tears. He couldn't, not now.
He watched people hurry by in the early November rain. Tomorrow, a traitor would be brought to justice. Then the lies would be over, the war won. He'd go home without fearing his lover was a traitor.
Sirius stood and paid for his tea. In 24 hours, it would all be over, and then he could cry.
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