<p>25th Mix: You hear a rumble. You look through the droplets clinging like syrup to the window, to see a different world. It's dark and the trees twist in a primal dance to the driving wind and rain. You hear the patter swell against the shingles.
But then you smell the soup cooking downstairs. You cradle the warm mug in your hands, and notice the cat rub up against your leg. It feels good to hunker down.
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<p>25th Mix: You hear a rumble. You look through the droplets clinging like syrup to the window, to see a different world. It's dark and the trees twist in a primal dance to the driving wind and rain. You hear the patter swell against the shingles.
But then you smell the soup cooking downstairs. You cradle the warm mug in your hands, and notice the cat rub up against your leg. It feels good to hunker down.
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