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Sometimes, when it was dark out, and it was too hot to function without the windows wide open and the fan on, she could smell the rain just off the horizon. The air would be thick with moisture, and it would be almost nostalgic if not for the sounds of busy city down below. These nights were always a blessing or a curse, one or another, never an in-between, but they always started out the same in her head.
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