…she is sitting in her study and it’s raining outside. The sky is dark, almost black and it’s pouring. She can hear thunder in a distance. There is warm light coming from the lamp on her desk. She is staring at the computer screen, trying to think of the right words. The novel she is writing is almost finished. She just has to write a good ending. As she reaches for the mug with hot tea she hears steps in the living room. “It must be him.”, she thinks. He is taking a seat in front ofthe piano in the living room and starts playing. She doesn’t recognize the song but it is beautiful. The music is carrying her thoughts and after a while the words are flowing and she is writing the perfect ending…


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