She always wanted to write It was a dark and stormy night. But this was not what she had planned. She had a nice thunderstorm brewing, but her muse had abandoned her before she could write the first line.

The air pressed in around her. It wasn’t raining yet. It would be just a few minutes, but it wasn’t there just yet. Just the thick heavy air smothering her muse.

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