the next morning, the thunder rolls outside, low and gutturalโ more like a dark, morally grey man's arms wrapped around me like a lover's hug.
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the next morning, the thunder rolls outside, low and gutturalโ more like a dark, morally grey man's arms wrapped around me like a lover's hug.
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