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The Girl Only Seen In Storms [COMPLETE]
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in which a girl who is only seen in storms learns.
electric was in the air. a storm rolled in. drops of rain greeted the car. the world seemed to stop. no one was on the roads. a flash, a spark. the early morning sky woke up. the first lightning strike. a sigh, the parting of lips. police cars with flashing lights. bitter air. breathless laughs. the smell of cigarettes and gasoline. a postal office. so many smiles. the blink of an eye. puffy clouds. teary eyes. attic windows. whispers under shooting stars.
and the world just kept turning.
Currently editing, because this book is awfully written! it was published in 2015, and I like to think my writing has improved! it won't be that drastic, just less cringey!
stay tuned :)
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