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            "Alright, since it's the last week, I'm giving you this entire class to make art!" your teacher shouted over the din of students excitedly talking.            You shut your eyes.  Summer.  It was so close, you could almost taste it.            It was your junior year of high school, well, the end of it anyway.            Art class was the last class of the day, and you were glad for it.  Something about making art last was relaxing.  Art class was rarely stressful and had a calming effect on you.            As your class began to rise and shuffle about to get out the supplies, your teacher let out yelp,            "Oh!  

Sweden X Reader Summer Rain You tugged your cardigan over your head as far as it would stretch. The unforeseen rain had come out of nowhere and had caught you in the middle of grocery shopping. One arm cradled a brown paper bag close to your chest, in hopes that you could keep it dry. The last thing you needed was for the bag to get wet and break. As you mentally cursed, you looked around the park you ran through. It had been such a lovely, warm morning, that you decided to take the scenic route through the park on your way home. It was sod's law that YOU of all people would get caught in a torrential downpour during SUMMER of all seasons.