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Rain pounded on the frail window in torrents as lightning flashed sporadically in the sky. Booming thunder shook and rattled the window threatening to break it at any moment. It was quite the storm. Yet the occupant of the small apartment with the tiny frail window didn’t seem to notice.
Candles lit the small room casting a golden glow around the room. Shadows flickered around the walls finally landing on a small hunched over figure that was furiously scrawling on a piece of lined paper.
It was a woman. Long dark hair cascade down her back and slightly covering her face. Suddenly she slammed her hand on the old wooden desk and crumpled up her paper in frustration before throwing it over her shoulder and grabbing a fresh piece.
The piece of paper landed with a soft thud on the wooden floor and rolled over to a pile. It was a mountain. Crumpled after crumpled piece of paper was arranged in a mountain of some sort. Looking as if it were going to topple, they didn’t. Even as if the booms and crashes of the storm threatened to topple them they held firmly.
Alas all things must come to an end for another ball of paper flew in the air toppling the beautiful mountain of paper before their very eyes.
The woman jumped, startled, before looking behind her and breathing a sigh of relief. It was only some paper. She stood and walked across the room looking at all the crumpled paper and picking them up.
Walking to a trash bin, she deposited each piece of paper. When she finished, she walked across the room to her desk once again before she heard a crushing sound come from the bottom of her shoe.
Lifting her foot up, she saw a single lone piece of paper, squashed on the floor. She picked it up and unfolded it.
Skimming it quickly she seemed to smile and race to her desk. She had found the perfect way to write her assignment.
And it started with the lone piece of paper.
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