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I noticed that the rain had hardly slowed its pattering despite the last of the clouds passing over me.

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“Wicked weather, ain’t it, sonny?

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The little lever clicks, telling me that the tank is full.

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Damn, the bathroom faucet is still a little bit leaky…

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Maybe it was the drama of the situation getting to me, but I couldn’t help but laugh when my stalker grabbed the prop knife and started inching toward me.

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I shouldn’t have eaten that big egg I found in the massive nest next to the graveyard…

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He did always have a sweet tooth…

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The writer sat back in his chair, sighed contentedly, and closed his laptop.

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The sharp, clanking sound of an empty can hitting the ground was the only soundtrack to my walk home through the deserted city that night.

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I could feel my maternal instincts build to a fever pitch when Analeth’s hand slipped out of mine.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
I noticed that the rain had hardly slowed its pattering despite the last of the clouds passing over me.	748
“Wicked weather, ain’t it, sonny?	45
The little lever clicks, telling me that the tank is full.	31
Damn, the bathroom faucet is still a little bit leaky…	29
Maybe it was the drama of the situation getting to me, but I couldn’t help but laugh when my stalker grabbed the prop knife and started inching toward me.	28
I shouldn’t have eaten that big egg I found in the massive nest next to the graveyard…	23
He did always have a sweet tooth…	18
The writer sat back in his chair, sighed contentedly, and closed his laptop.	15
The sharp, clanking sound of an empty can hitting the ground was the only soundtrack to my walk home through the deserted city that night.	14
I could feel my maternal instincts build to a fever pitch when Analeth’s hand slipped out of mine.	14