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She thought it was over. His words had been final, driven with a hammer's blow into an eternally buried coffin. So why was he calling? It was a question she'd asked herself a million times already, her mind not resting, exhausted with the effort of trying to decipher the meaning of a little message that was hardly threatening. She looked out of her bedroom window at the aggressive cloud covered sky. The clouds had shifted from a dingy gray to an impossible black, and it reflected her mood perfectly. She saw the long wild silver streak of lightning light up the darkened sky, heard the loud boisterous boom of angry thunder, and it complimented the raging storm inside her. He had managed to break her heart, shattering the billions of pieces

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