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I tried lying back down. I even put on my earphones and played music loud to drown out the sound. I pulled my blanket over my head, so I wouldn’t see the lightning flashes. But there wasn’t much I could do when I could feel the damn thing. Giving up on sleep, I threw my blankets to the side and headed downstairs. Staying up and consciously hearing and seeing the rain wasn’t the best idea, but it was much better than being in my bed, trying to ignore it, and only feeling more scared and perturbed in the process. In the kitchen, I grabbed a glass from the drying rack and filled it up with water. I almost dropped the glass when thunder shook the house again. “Holy s**t,” I muttered. This was ridiculous. I wasn’t a kid anymore. I couldn’t be afraid of storms, even if it was because of bad
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