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It was shadowy. The lines were not defined and seemed to fade into the colors around it even though it was black. It moved silently along the wall and I watched it with growing terror. It was coming to get me, I just know it.
This is the only thing that will do that very specific thing that you want done. But will it do that other thing that I also need done? Yes, it can do that other thing as well, but those are the only two things it will do. Nothing more. Well I guess that's alright then.
It was itchy. The fabric was uncomfortable and folded in weird ways. It was hot and stuffy and I felt like crawling out of my own skin, just so I didn't have to wear the damn thing anymore. Mother thought it looked nice, but to me it was nothing but a cheap piece of cloth wrapped around one uncomfortable person.
It was very comfy, for a bench. I looked across the path into the woods. It was a very quiet warm day. I was the only one there. I sat there and enjoyed the breeze. It was nice to have some small piece of the earth to myself for once.
"This is really tasty," Sheila said as she bit into the mango salad. "Took me all day too," Josephina replied. "How can cutting up fruit take all day?" "Gotta catch 'em first." "Oh" was all Sheila said as she pushed the bowl away.
This is excellent stuff indeed. Flavors chicken, beef and much much more. A bit of sage goes a long way, making everything savory just a bit nicer. In fact, I highly recommend sage in all my cooking. All kinds of spices are nice.
First they started slowly, then they fell faster, faster, faster until it was literally pelting down around them. "What the heck?" Jenny picked up one of the objects that fell from the sky. It was the Ace of Spades.
"I can't get this comb through your hair," Mom tugged on my head, hard. "Ow!" Mom sighed and tried to take the comb out. She tugged once, then tugged again. The comb wouldn't come out. Then we both heard a crunching noise, my hair was eating the comb.
"This shit is really itchy."
"Hush, your grandma made that for you. Imagine all the love, sweat, blood and tears that went into that sweater."
"Apparently her love is very itchy." Denise smacked her son on the back of his head.
It was so bright. The colors shifted and rose up to the sky, illuminating everything below it. Stars fell about, leaving shiny streaks. The explosion was deafening, and nothing remained but the dim shadow of what it once was.
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