the thunder clapped all around them and they sat there on the couch, watching the whole storm via satellite.
the weather moves how it wants to, is something she's learned to notice and he just sits there. grinning with half his slacked jaw at the things he can't control.
the thunder clapped all around them and they sat there on the couch, which had three white cushions the length of a forearm or so on a wooden frame. and cushions in the back.
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i like this and the first
You write very well.
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