Kaylen was sitting at her dresser brushing her wet ginger hair, as she stood up her towel that was wrapped around her fell to the floor. She walked over to her drawers and grabbed a baggy t-shirt with a faded print of a band that's name was barely recognisable and slipped it on over her bare body before walking over to her windowsill with her iPod. She flicked out the lights and sat at her windowsill with her earphones in, staring outside into the rain that hammered against the ground. The hours passed and her playlist came closer and closer to the end as she drifted off to sleep.
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The Lesbian Through The Window
RomanceLesbians are silent but deadly creatures (well unless they ride a motorcycle)