May 9... I don't know. The thunder booms outdoors. The rain patters on the roof. I look at my socks as she tries to yell over the noise. I may be exaggerating. But why is she yelling at me? What did I ever do? Or was it something I didn't do. She storms away, her words stinging like the lightning flashing from out the window. It's raining. Raining outside and in. Can't escape the storm.
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