My keys rattle down on the kitchen island as I stare blankly across the wide expanse of my apartment. It’s raining outside. Pouring. Sheets of icy sleet pelt sideways against my wall of windows making a rhythmic rata-tat-tat sound. Thunder rolls far in the distance, a deep rumble I feel in my chest. I lift a hand slowly, pressing it against my wet cheek. The sleet burns so cold, my skin almost feels hot. I’m drenched. I could have ordered an Uber, but there was something poetic about walking home in the freezing rain in utter disgrace, dismissed from my job for daring to dance with a cute
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