Six thirty. The stormy night had faded into a brisk morning with the residue of rain all over. Over the pavement, the trees, cars. Everywhere. Although the rain remained, the clouds had scattered away, along with the lightning and thunder. The apartment was still fairly dark. There was only a small lining of light दिखा रहा है from behind all the trees in the distance. The sun was rising, slowly and readily. Today would be a promising day, one we could remember.
Cuddy was still sound asleep on the couch, wrapped snug in the blanket. She gave brief movements, signifying she was still dreaming deep;...
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