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She was not caught in the storm, she was the storm. She was a tornado tearing down a busy sidewalk, she was a black thunder storm brewing on the midnight horizon as she sat in silence. No matter where she went, if people weren't careful, they were caught in her fiery personality.
"... Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains you will think of her. ” Neil Gaiman