When the librarian at BC checked out my three succulent and cacti books, JD and his friend walked by. JD held up a half opened palm, and the corners of his mouth almost made a smile, and his friend laughed.
When I walked to my car, I tiptoed through pools of really dirty water. One step away from the door, with my legs awkwardly opposite, a huge spider swam on the surface through my legs and beneath my car.
When the cashier at Lowe's grabbed my tiny pot of pachyveria powder puff, her acrylic nail pierced it's thick leaf. It bled and the severed tip hung limp.
When I sat on the couch with my coffee and Tim, the tips of my curls dripped onto my already soaked jeans. The lamp on the coffee table was unplugged.
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