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Drip. Drip... Did it stop? Drip. Drip. She picked herself off the bed and sighed. 'Nope,' she said as she glanced over at the bucket at the brink of overflowing with rain.
Modem. Modem. I'm not actually sure if I know what a modem is. *face palm*. The horreur. Well. I'll have a guess then... she rode her bike to school, the flowers bouncing and dangling from the basket in front of her. It was her common modem of transport and she wouldn't have it any other way.
The ball rolled down the hill. 'Stop!' cried the young boy, tumbling after it as it went, faster and faster down the slope. The ball, however, didn't listen and stubbornly swept across the street where a car was fast approaching...
I really need to go to bed right now but instead I'm sitting outside in the dark night sky. The stars are above me, twinkling brightly. Okay. No. That's a lie. I can't actually see them since I'm so absorbed in my technology. What I do notice is how cold it is outside right now. The air is crisp and is giving me chills.
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