Setting
The clouds were dark, rolling in faster than she would have liked. Her apartment was three miles into what could be a storm. As she started running for it, lightning struck in the distance. “Of all days…you would think the weather men would get their crap together.” About a mile into her run it started to pour down raining. Bailyn hit under the bus canvas. (Aka bus bench.)
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