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Female | 60+ | over 10 minutes
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EXTRACT: A little boy with a shock of coal black hair gave me a bottle a small bottle/ an old brown medicine bottle with a torn label and a wad of paper for a stopper/It's the rain he said the rain from the roof of my house where is your/ house? I asked him he pointed he pointed and said back there I looked I/ looked and all I could see was a long line of people hundreds and/hundreds of people walking across the empty field his house was back/ there back there somewhere where they had all come from/