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Different in the Morning8/30/009 Rain hit freshly grown grass; lightly at first, but as the storm drew on, it drowned in the water. Thick droplets danced with the dry dirt on the ground creating mud in its place. Puddles formed on the dirt dusted pavement. The night time darkness covered the world along with the darkness of the ever growing storm. A man coughed and continued to stare deeply into his cup of coffee, by now of which was surely cold. The man had entered the little diner several hours after the sun had set and the storm had started. He seemed lost in thDifferent in the Morning
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i yam what i yam.
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FIAL.
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i yam what i yam.
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i yam what i yam.
Thanks for the
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