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The night wind was still blowing. The pomegranate woke up with a sneeze and rubbed its numb arms. It felt cold all over. It turned its head and looked out the window. Rain was already pouring in from the open windowsill.

The pomegranate quickly got up from its chair, closed the window, rubbed its hands together, and returned to the bedroom to take a coat from the closet and put it on