All I could hear whilst being couped up in the room is the sounds of blazing sirens, the thundering tracks as the trams rode by and the leaves rustling on the grounds. If I didn't know any better, I could be living in the suburbs of Brooklyn or something.
Then the cat quietly circles my laptop before making herself comfortable on the blanket, my blanket.
Maybe someone's having the same night as I am, somewhere across the continent.
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