He looked behind the door and didn’t like what he saw.

Trees. It was something about the trees. The way they swayed with the wind in unison. The way they shaded the area around them. The sounds of their leaves in the wind and the creaks from the branches as they sway, The trees were making a statement that I just couldn’t understand.

She wanted to be rescued, but only if it was Tuesday and raining.

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