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rejectomorphThere's been no more thunder or lightning. A little bit of rain once in a while. Moonless above the clouds, Mars concealed. The cable is still out. Strange night.
My dad takes these supplements which come in gel caps. He doesn't like to swallow them, so he cuts them open and mixes the contents into a glass of soy milk. Then he tries to discard the empty halves of the gel cap in the wastebasket. But they are sticky, and he invariably misses the basket and they end up on the floor. Then I walk through the kitchen and they stick to my soles. With each step, they make a loud click. I sound as though I'd mugged a tap-dancing gnome for his shoes. This happens every night. Around here, all nights are strange.
My dad takes these supplements which come in gel caps. He doesn't like to swallow them, so he cuts them open and mixes the contents into a glass of soy milk. Then he tries to discard the empty halves of the gel cap in the wastebasket. But they are sticky, and he invariably misses the basket and they end up on the floor. Then I walk through the kitchen and they stick to my soles. With each step, they make a loud click. I sound as though I'd mugged a tap-dancing gnome for his shoes. This happens every night. Around here, all nights are strange.
