Bad Weather
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The rain pattered against the window pane. Her hands wrapped around the mug; steaming liquid warming her cold fingers.
She swept her hair back as she took a sip. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts waiting for organization.
The rain continued to fall, getting heavier with each drop.
She swept her hair back as she took a sip. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts waiting for organization.
The rain continued to fall, getting heavier with each drop.