…it rests and calms the spirit, like listening to an old, familiar song. The only sound that disturbed the silence was the faint scratching of pen on paper. But…
it was late-just before thrEe. There was no light from the neighbors’ houses: my window was the only one lit. it was cold, but I like working with the study window open sometimes, to watch the stars… What’s that?
What a strange noise…it sounded like Someone was sitTing down…
But…
The chair in front of me creaked, the one everyone who comes to talk with me sits in.
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