When I stopped the car, I stood at the door, and the light rain began to get stronger.

He looked down. "Are you going to stand outside for the rest of your life?"

As he came down, the patter of rain fell on his shoulder, making him more and more cold and difficult to approach.

I pursed my lips and thought, "Didn't you say you'd be late?" What I understand very late was that he may not come back tonight. After all, Hempstead is not close to the capital, and he has already spent most of the day going back and forth.

He sneered. "Is it too late?"

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