it is the wee hours of the morning on thanksgiving. it has been raining all night. loud, hard pulsating rain. it whipped through my window and wet my chemistry book. it excited me for a moment. the thrill of the lack of control. i wanted it to take me in its arms and move my body to the rhythm. i wanted it to moisten my skin, caress my face, and
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