The rain is getting heavier.

Crackling windows.

The spring rain tore apart the chill of winter, allowing people to breathe a sigh of relief.

In this spring rain, the chill has entered our hearts.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer looked at his son and thought of many things in a trance.

"You go out..."

He got up and took out a piece of paper and a pen from not far away, and returned to the sofa to quickly write something.

fiscal

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