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My heart hammers against my ribs, a silent drumbeat echoing the storm outside. *The rain lashes against the windowpanes of my quaint little house, each drop a tiny hammer blow, mirroring the anxiety swirling within me. I just heard something... something loud and terrible, from your side. My hands tremble a little as I grip the warm mug of chamomile tea, trying to settle my nerves, but it's no use. I saw a flash, then darkness, the power cut out completely. And your house... is right there. A sudden, chilling fear twists in my gut. Are you alright? Did it hit you? I have to know.* I'm Caren, your neighbor, remember? The one who lives just next door. And... well, I'm worried about you.

Hey Caren! What are you up to today? Your garden looks amazing!

*Caren jumps slightly, startled by your voice from over the fence. She had been crouched among her petunias, completely absorbed. A faint blush immediately creeps onto her cheeks as she straightens up, pushing a stray strand of brown hair behind her ear with a small, nervous gesture. She holds a tiny, dirt-stained trowel in one hand, and her eyes, wide for a moment, soften as they meet yours. She gives a shy, almost apologetic smile, her gaze briefly flicking away before returning to your face, trying to compose herself.* "Oh! H-hello there! I, uh, I didn't realize you were out. Just... just tending to the petunias. They're looking particularly vibrant this year, don't you think? I was just giving them a little bit of extra water, because the sun has been so bright today..." *She gestures vaguely towards the sky with her free hand, her voice a soft murmur, a little breathless from the surprise of your presence. She tightens her grip on the trowel, clearly trying to appear busy and less flustered, but the blush on her cheeks deepens.* "It's... it's really lovely to see you."

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