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She wanted to be rescued, but only if it was Tuesday and raining.
April seriously wondered about her sleeping partner choices. She looked at her bed and what a mess it had become. How did she get to the point in her life where she had two dogs, three cats, and a raccoon sleeping with her every night?
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copy: April seriously wondered about her sleeping partner choices. She looked at her bed and what a mess it had become. How did she get to the _point_ in her life where she had two dogs, three cats, and a raccoon sleeping with her every night?
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title: She wanted to be rescued, but only if it was Tuesday and raining.
At that moment I was the most fearsome weasel in the entire swamp.
The amber droplet hung from the branch, reaching fullness and ready to drop. It waited. While many of the other droplets were satisfied to form as big as they could and release, this droplet had other plans. It wanted to be part of history. It wanted to be remembered long after all the other droplets had dissolved into history. So it waited for the perfect specimen to fly by to trap and capture that it hoped would eventually be discovered hundreds of years in the future.
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copy: The amber droplet *hung* from the branch, reaching fullness and ready to drop. It *waited.* While many of the other **droplets** were satisfied to form as big as they could and release, this droplet had other plans. It wanted to be part of _history._ It wanted to be remembered long after all the other **droplets** had dissolved into _history._ **So** it waited for the perfect specimen to fly by to trap and capture that it hoped would eventually be discovered hundreds of years in the future.
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title: At that moment I was the most fearsome weasel in the entire swamp.