It was raining
It was raining. So much rain that the water seemed to be in a continuous transfer. You could almost see and feel it being sucked up into the air.
It was raining. So much rain that the water seemed to be in a continuous transfer. You could almost see and feel it being sucked up into the air.
Andrew was running and he ran and he ran and he kept on running. Not really running from, or to anything, just running for its own sake.
Sarah didn’t even move when the large wobbly man pushed passed her. Sara endures another day and couldn’t be distracted.
William wrote a boring post about the hum drum of a suburban existence. William had a hankering for minimalist decor and appearance.
The smartest, most wonderful idea just leapt into my head. Or maybe it’s just a lack of understanding on my part.
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