THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE
Abebi, by my side, held her own umbrella, and together we joined Bruno and our driver waiting for us nearby.
The rain poured relentlessly, creating a soothing symphony as it pattered against the ground. We hurriedly made our way towards the waiting cars, determined to escape the wet embrace of the weather. The distinct hum of the engines filled the air as we climbed into our respective vehicles, ready to continue our journey.
Sitting comfortably in the car's backseat, I watched as the raindrops danced upon the windowpane. The streets of Trapani lay before us, glistening under the dim glow of streetlights. The city's charm was undeniable, even under the veil of rainfall.
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