Raining outside
I'm snuggled up on the sofa in my bedroom. Lynettea said she knitted this scarf for me many years ago when she was at university.
How can that be?
'A little bird told me to keep it for you, Sasha,' she says.
It's raining outside. I can hear a car swish past in the dark.
The weather app says there might be a thunderstorm at midnight. I might get frightened.
'If you get scared Sasha dear, meow loudly and I'll come out.'
If there is thunder, how will you hear me?
'I will come out if I hear thunder, dear Sasha,'
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