don’t wanna go home
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Little bits of flour dust still floated in the air of the bakery, their dance brought about by a broom diligently directing them to the dustbin. Outside, the pitter-patter of a rain shower evolved into a sharp drumming. Marinette brushed the remaining debris into the trash, humming.
“Done!”
Patting her hands together, she made her way for the light switches along the wall. The sound of the rain intensified into a solid rapping, catching her attention. “Wow, it’s coming down hard now…” Marinette glanced over her shoulder, “Glad I’m insid–EEEEE!”
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