Drip,
drop. Drip, drop. The rain spat from the dull, grey sky. The house was empty. What
a surprise! They’d all left to go to a sunnier country and left me here. Why
me? I am not that bad. Drip, drop. Drip, drop. The rain wasn’t stopping, it
just got heavier. Why me? I thought to myself again. How could they just leave
me here; I can’t drive, I can hardly cook, and so on. Maybe I am just so useless
they couldn’t be bothered to take me. What am I supposed to do now? I am just
so unlucky.
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