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Gaara stands in the marketplace watching the citizens of Konoha go about their shopping and selling. It is raining-has been raining since Gaara woke up that morning-for hours and hours, and now it is early evening and the grey clouds have yet to exhaust themselves of water to pour down on the village. It also doesn’t look like they will be
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Mew mew mew mewwwww!
I love this little fic. Gaara's inexperience is handled very well, very delicately/sexily.
It's funny that this story would make me salivate. ^_^~
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On a concrit note, you wrote "Gaara rings the water from his coat into the gourd, hoping a bit of the moisture will remain trapped in the sand until he comes home." I think you meant "wrings the water..."
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