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Irony of a question
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The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination? The power flickered, then slowly, dimmed, but limped back to an anemic survival. The mist lay it damp hands on the windows, turning the outer glass in to an opaque mirror. Visibility was practically non existent. Somewhere far away, the thunder lord announced his displeasure, accompanied by his partner jn crime, Lady Lightning. A storm was coming, and it would be a furious one! Her heart beat a tattoo,as she, impotently, tried to look out at the street outside. It was her daughter's first school trip outside, and it felt as if...
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination? The power flickered, then slowly, dimmed, but limped back to an anemic survival. The mist lay it damp hands on the windows, turning the outer glass in to an opaque mirror. Visibility was practically non existent. Somewhere far away, the thunder lord announced his displeasure, accompanied by his partner jn crime, Lady Lightning. A storm was coming, and it would be a furious one! Her heart beat a tattoo,as she, impotently, tried to look out at the street outside. It was her daughter's first school trip outside, and it felt as if...
