Help! I’m Drowning!
It’s raining. The kind of rain that knocks you down with the pounding on your roof making everything so loud, you can’t hear yourself think. She sat down on the bed and tried furtively to read. She couldn’t comprehend the words and she threw the book down annoyed and faced her computer. He stomach growled lightly as the rain started to die away to a faint roar in the background. Still too loud to read, but at a better volume. Thunder cuts the background noise as a solo in this frightening orchestration. She’s annoyed with her stomach. Too much to do and too little time, now. That’s why I can’t update this week, but we’ll see how tomorrow goes.
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11:26 am on September 24th, 2006
Dude! I was in the costume shop when it hailed! Seriously freaky