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She had always tried to keep an open mind, but the parenthetical writing before her was at odds with the disheveled men she knew. The wick of time had run out for them, but the bounty of wealth they had bestowed upon her at their passing gave her grounds to understand the eccentricity of their persona. They had enabled her to chase her dreams, and as thunder rumbled in the distance, the rain lashed against the windows as if the skies were mourning those recently lost.