On a late and stormy night, a group of girls sat around the fireplace of an old cottage, scared and alone, with their blankets wrapped around them. Even though there were well acquainted, they barely spoke to one another; they only looked on into the flames in silence. Alas! A spark of lightning followed by a low cry of the wind aroused them from their deep thoughts. The situation looked bleak. They couldn’t go on like this forever…



Christine: I wish I had better posture.

Ezra: I like people, places and things!

Julia: I like rabbits.



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