The water in sinks drips.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
"Load the fire! We don't want to be cold."
Kiss the dogs.
"Night night."
"Goodnight, Mama.
Goodnight, Dad."
The water in sinks drips.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Night is upon us.
Night
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the road behind,
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