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I love these middle of the night thunderstorms.
I turn out the lights, roll up the shades so Squee can hop up onto the windowsill, and he and I watch the lightning flashing outside and listen to the thunder. He's much braver than I am, never flinches.
Unless the lightning is right outside, and the thunder is really loud. Then he's quite literally ( Read more... )
I turn out the lights, roll up the shades so Squee can hop up onto the windowsill, and he and I watch the lightning flashing outside and listen to the thunder. He's much braver than I am, never flinches.
Unless the lightning is right outside, and the thunder is really loud. Then he's quite literally ( Read more... )
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