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... ust lay there, staring at the ceiling, listening to it scream through the gaps like it was trying to get inside. The storm hadn’t calmed down at all. If anything, it sounded worse. I reached over and checked the clock on the nightstand. Eight.
The sun was long gone, swallowed by thick clouds and snow. Great.
"Ah..." I muttered, turning onto my side and rubbing my face. "Fuck this weather."
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