

Rats.The clicking of tiny claws pushes itself into my ears I struggle to ignore it and force it away. The lids of my eyes wrinkle severely As my hard pillow protests the against the contours of my head And I try to fall asleep. Before long I am sitting up. The beat of my pounding is sporadic As I try to scare the intruders away Finally, there is silence. And I lay down again. I close my eyes And the clicking of tiny claws pushes itself into my ears.Rats.
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If it's cloudy with a chance of meatballs, then why aren't the clouds reddish brown?
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Wise men speak because they have something to say, fools because they must say something. Women speak when the men have finally stopped coming up with bad ideas.
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Wise men speak because they have something to say, fools because they must say something. Women speak when the men have finally stopped coming up with bad ideas.
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Life is like a box of chocolates: you always get the flavors that you hate.
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I'll think of somethin' to write later.
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Life is like a box of chocolates: you always get the flavors that you hate.
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