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He tightened the clamp around the boy's bone. "Stop," the boy pleaded with tears in his eyes. The man chuckled and raised the ax.
"Hurry, hurry!" said the old woman. "I need that flour to bake a cake." The little girl ran off to the grocery store. The old woman cackled. "A cake of poison," she whispered to herself.
Floods really only such for land-living creatures. I mean, what do fish do when it floods? Probably nothing; they're fish.
See, I was going to make some sort of sexual comment.
But then I didn't.
So here we are.
It's raining. I hate the rain. Last year, my cat died. He had a heart attack. Why? There was too much goddamn thunder. Poor lil' fella couldn't take it. Not anymore. No more thunder. No more rain. I'm putting an end to this madness.
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