Pat Pratt awoke frantic with the thought that it was raining. He was at the window, drawing the curtain, before fully awake. Long shadows of trees and mailboxes cut across the neighborhood lawns. His heart lifted. This was the day he’d been waiting for since he’d become mayor and somehow, in the last few weeks, it had snuck up on him.
"Henderson Lovely, Last of the Munchkins,"
Booth: Vol. 4
, Article 2.
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