She looked around the room: a blank monitor, an overstuffed bookshelf, random empty purses, and her opened laptop. There was something that just felt... off. Was it the storm outside? Was it getting worse, more dangerous? Or was it b/c the lights were flickering momentarily--maybe the power will go out? Despite the whistling wind hitting against the one window in the room, it wasn't that. The torrential downpour outside wasn't what worried her. It was she, herself, what was going on her mind, that worried her. There was another voice talking, but it wasn't her usual stream of conscious thoughts banging around. There was something unusual instead.
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