As spring deepened, New York's mornings were often soaked in showers, leaving the world outside the window dim and gray. On rainy days, the dormitory courtyard became uncomfortable—first the strong smell of earth, then the stench stirred up from the street gutters by the rain. The two mingled, making it unbearable to stay any longer.
Jenny looked at the bad weather outside—puddles had formed into streams on the street. She had no choice but to pack her nice shoes in her bag, put on boots, lift her skirt, and hobble into the company with an umbrella, looking disheveled. No matter how careful she was, her body and hair still got a little wet.
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