When Rubie got to her house, she flopped, very much like a whale calf, onto her bed. She read a travel blog on her laptop as she kicked off her shoes. As someone who loved travel, but whose main parental figure was afraid of planes, she lived in perpetual wish. Then she moved onto some other blog she hadn’t seen before, something both extraordinarily deep yet light and almost funny. She didn't quite understand it, but she very much liked it. After she finished reading the post, she took another shower (it was shaping up to be a long day). Rubie chose new clothes to meet Finn and slid into some old sneakers. Her hair hung loose in waves. She had an hour to kill before sunset.
Finn got off work two hours before sunset. He had a shower and got dressed. He began reading, but couldn't keep still. He began a new entry for his blog, Why Read This. It was his pointless rambling, yet somehow, it got thousands of hits per post. He began a new entry. He had an hour to kill before sunset.
The homonym of weight is much heavier
By Pseudonymous Black
I have been recently made aware of the fact that the world is torturous. Why, you ask? Wait. This four-letter word, wait, is possibly the most excruciating sensation in existence. How, you ask? The human mind is programmed to anticipate what is the most probable event to happen next. And all other scenarios, so it can plan ahead. This would have been excellent in the times of cave people, so they could run for cover if an elephant is stampeding towards them or whatever. It is not so great in today’s world when the threat of death is not so impending, when planning ahead is not always wanted. How can one be spontaneous if they are constantly going over an event in their mind? And, for those with overactive imaginations (namely, myself) it merely results in mild anxiety. I must admit, though, in some instances wait can be much appreciated. When I know I’m going to an event, the lead up is certainly exciting, and arguably is the motivation for enjoying oneself. So I am unsure about for my feelings for my four-lettered-foe. No doubt we will meet again, in probably the former, painful form.
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He clicked post and realized with a start that sundown seemed to be only about 10 minutes away. He pulled on a hoodie and walked out the door.
