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She sat on the bench, numb. She had been out in the cold for a while now, since around eleven a.m., she thinks? She didn’t really know. It was starting to rain. I should probably go home , she thought briefly, it was getting dark out by now.
Dance of the Corpse by Kikuo played in her headphones as she scrolled through her playlist, looking for another song to listen to. She saw people pass by in the corner of her eye. Her fingers were numb, and she shivered as a gust of wind hit her. She eventually chose to listen to the same song. She got up, pocketing her phone.
She made her way home, doing her best to push what had just happened to the back of her head, failing to do so. She zoned out as she walked home, thinking of everything and nothing all at once.