Hopea began knowing on one but shivered as the rain began to cease. She let out a whine as she started to ache from the lose of the coolness.
''Alright, I'll run on over'' Dyr said, pulling on a pair of vans and heading out the door.

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?"

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?"

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?"

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?"

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?"
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