it rains on the umbrellas here - and one the ships at sea
His grandmother's old son rang in his head as he debated the dash from his car to the bookshop. Horace was already damp - his umbrella rested lovingly in his home. Decidedly not here, where he needed it. It was a day off, so at least he wasn't ruining a suit. Instead he was dressed in a pink shirt, khaki shorts, and a green hoodie. Shorts were superior in rain:no wet hems.
Regardless of the rain, he needed to go in. The school bookstore was out of his textbook and wouldn't get another for over a month and he needed it now. Taking a deep breath, he opened the car door and sprinted to the store. The door opened with a cheerful little tingle as he entered and Horace looked around before making a bee line to the counter and what seemed like am employee. Maybe.
"Hi," he said, breathing heavily from his dash in the rain, Horace looked harried, like this shop was his only hope. "Can you help me?"
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