I tried counting how often the wipers moved back and forth across the windshield like giant, blinking eyelashes. My adoptive mother wasn't a very talkative person and her radio was broken so the loud wiping of the windshield wipers was the only music to my ears.
It didn't help that every time I watched the water drops race to the end of the window, they would be wiped away in an instant.
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Seven Different Short Stories
RandomThese are just like the original shorts I publish, I just decided to put seven short ones into the same book! Enjoy, lovelies! Xoxo <333 Echo, Homework Stress, Raindrops, Missing Out, New Neighborhood, Death Metal, & Mahō No Ki
