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It's raining when Cliff opens the door. Pouring, actually, but that doesn't surprise him. No, what does surprise him is the person on his front porch, somehow the most beautiful one in the world despite being drenched to the bone. Pinch me, he thinks, I'm dreaming.
Sally has been living in a dream with no Nazis, no prejudice, no wars, just the Kit Kat Klub and the endless nights of lust and laughter. She doesn't want to wake up.