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I honestly find her about as intimidating as a basket of kittens.
Wandering down the path to the pond had become a daily routine. Even when the weather wasn’t cooperating like today with the wind and rain, Jerry still took the morning stroll down the path until he reached the pond. Although there didn’t seem to be a particular reason Jerry did this to anyone looking in from the outside, those who knew him well knew exactly what was going on. It could all be traced back to a specific incident that happened exactly 5 years previously.
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He wasn’t bitter that she had moved on but from the radish.
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He would only survive if he kept the fire going and he could hear thunder in the distance.
The shades were closed keeping the room dark. Peter knew that he should open them and let in the sunlight so he could begin the day, but he didn’t have the energy or willpower. Nothing had gone as expected the day before and he no longer wanted to spend the energy to begin a new day. He stared at the shades wondering if there was a way to disappear from the reality of the world for the rest of the day.
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copy: The shades were closed keeping the room dark. Peter knew that he should open them and let in the sunlight so he could begin the day, but he didn't have the energy or willpower. Nothing had gone as _expected_ the day before and he no longer _wanted_ to spend the energy to begin a new day. *He* stared at the shades wondering if there was a way to disappear from the reality of the world for the rest of the day.
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