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Sometimes when the roar of cacophonous thunder drowned out the sounds of the howling wind and the rain pounded desperately on the windows of her tiny apartment, she would cling onto him — just a little tighter than usual. He didn’t understand how a girl who had spent her adolescent years fighting hollows could still be afraid of thunder; however, he wasn’t going to complain about the way she made him feel — as if he was her whole world — when she pressed her soft body tightly against his.