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The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the shack, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. Outside, the Louisiana bayou simmered under…

The rain hammered against the windows of my studio apartment, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Outside, the city was a slick, neon-drenched blur, but here, in the confines…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the shack, a relentless, primal rhythm that matched the frantic pounding in my chest. The air hung thick and humid, smelling…