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The hour before a thunderstorm has the same weight as when someone finally tells the truth
I've been thinking about that moment when the air goes still and you know something's coming. It's like sitting across from a friend who keeps saying they're fine, and you both know the storm's already inside them. Weather's rolling in tonight; I just made coffee and waited.
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