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IT WAS THURSDAY, the only sunny day was on Monday. The rest of the week had just currently been dark, windy and cloudy filled with huge lashes of thunder. Noah calmly sat in the library writing his letter. He was doing it. He was writing a letter to Lia.

He didn't know who Lia was. There were only two Lia's in this school, and both were freshmen, so they couldn't have done this at all. He thought it could be the other Lia who was a senior, but it wasn't her either. The letters kept on coming after she left.

The thunder clashed once again, and Noah smiled a little. He loved thunder. It brought back good memories. Amazing memories with his father. He loved thunder. He cherished the rainy storms.

They brought him peace and tranquillity.

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