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When the rain is over, and it's only cold not dark anymore, she rubs the condensation from her window. There's a brief moment of anxiety or maybe it's just a flicker of something, when she gets into eye contact with her neighbor who lives in the big house with the white shutters. He's her age and if she was to be completely honest with herself, she might actually like him. But because she is all kinds of stubborn, she is willful enough to end the sudden staring contest between the two. Just like that.
She sits on the bed and her knees are tucked in with a ratty old hooded jacket as she counts the numbers of plastic stars on the ceiling. Twentysomethings so far.
Blaze is for fire as fire is to the the thing that nearly burns off Charlotte's eyebrows as she almost knocked off the overhanging candle lights that hung from the rafters.
Needless to say, she's going to stay away from the candles for a while.