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| Let's make a story. Add one sentence for each commit: |
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| CHAPTER 1: |
| It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents--except at |
| occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which |
| swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along |
| the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that |
| struggled against the darkness. A dark figure emerged. |
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| It was a Domo-Kun. "What took you so long?", inquired his wife. |
| Silence. Not noticing his silence, she continued, "Did Mr. Usagi enjoy the |
| waffles you brought him?" "You know him, he's not one to forego a waffle, |
| no matter how burnt", he snickered. |
| The pause was filled with the sound of thunder. |
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| CHAPTER 2: |
| The syrup was as dark as night, and just as runny. |
| The Domo-Kun shuddered, remembering the way Mr. Usagi had speared his waffles |
| with his fork, watching the runny syrup spread and pool across his plate, |
| like the blood of a dying fawn. "It reminds me of the time --" he started, as |
| his wife cut in quickly: "-- please. I can't bear to hear it.". A flury of |
| images coming from the past flowed through his mind. |
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| "You recall what happened on Mulholland drive?" The ceiling fan rotated slowly |
| overhead, barely disturbing the thick cigarette smoke. No doubt was left about |
| when the fan was last cleaned. |
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| There was a poignant pause. |
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| CHAPTER 3: |
| Mr. Usagi felt that something wasn't right. Shortly after the Domo-Kun left he |
| began feeling sick. He thought out loud to himself, "No, he wouldn't have done |
| that to me." He considered that perhaps he shouldn't have pushed him so far. |
| Perhaps he shouldn't have been so cold and sarcastic, after the unimaginable |
| horror that had occurred, just the week before. |
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| Next time, there won't be any sushi. Why sushis with waffles anyway? It's like |
| salmon in a cereal bowl. |
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| CHAPTER 4: |
| The taste of stale sushi in his mouth the next morning was unbearable. He |
| wondered where the sushi came from. He tries to recall the cook's face. |