[post_page_title]Always riveting[/post_page_title]
Long car rides in the backseat, with our parents playing their old classics on the CD player, and the rain pouring down – there was something almost meditative about it. And while staring out the window, of course we quickly started watching the raindrop race.
You know what we’re talking about. It was weirdly mesmerizing to stare at those raindrops who would suddenly at random speeds go all the way down the window. And it was always impossible to guess who would win.
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