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I. I turned the kettle on by pressing a little button on its metallic side slightly downward. The light went on, a cold blue hue, warming the water, while I sat while I looked out the window. It wasn't raining but I wished it was. An idle hand took the kettle and poured boiling water over my head. It spilled on carpeted floors. They were ****** but hot water doesn't ruin carpet. **** It rained. II. I turned the kettle on by pressing the contoured button slightly downward. I stared into the see-through opening to watch it boil. It didn't because the power was out. I should have known because the refrigerator smelled of dead fish. III. I turned the kettle on by pressing the little button slightly downward. The light went on so I knew it was working and sat down to look out the window. It was raining. I wished to smell it so I opened the window. It smelled of rain. I was not surprised. The bubbling sound was made by boiling water. I was not surprised. The ceylon tea smelled of earth. It was refreshing. Vapor danced over the surface of the hot water, over the wet herbs infused in it. I danced holding the cup. The vapor danced with me. I put the hot tea to my lips. It warmed me while I cooled it. It spilled on the carpet But I did not care, for I had more water and it was ****** carpet anyway.
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
I tried to make a cup of tea but it made me (I, II, III)
I. I turned the kettle on by pressing a little button on its metallic side slightly downward. The light went on, a cold blue hue, warming the water, while I sat while I looked out the window. It wasn't raining but I wished it was. An idle hand took the kettle and poured boiling water over my head. It spilled on carpeted floors. They were ****** but hot water doesn't ruin carpet. **** It rained. II. I turned the kettle on by pressing the contoured button slightly downward. I stared into the see-through opening to watch it boil. It didn't because the power was out. I should have known because the refrigerator smelled of dead fish. III. I turned the kettle on by pressing the little button slightly downward. The light went on so I knew it was working and sat down to look out the window. It was raining. I wished to smell it so I opened the window. It smelled of rain. I was not surprised. The bubbling sound was made by boiling water. I was not surprised. The ceylon tea smelled of earth. It was refreshing. Vapor danced over the surface of the hot water, over the wet herbs infused in it. I danced holding the cup. The vapor danced with me. I put the hot tea to my lips. It warmed me while I cooled it. It spilled on the carpet But I did not care, for I had more water and it was ****** carpet anyway.
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misha-lantz
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
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