The Mists Upon the Foggy Cove Were Roiling Like the Mantigroves

It was a dark and stormy night.

Good thing I’d brought my flashlight and umbrella. Man do I hate being wet. It’s pretty much the worst. I’d rather be sunburned a hundred times than have to go slogging through the rain. At least it’s warm.

Nothing interesting happened that night.

It’s, like, a character study or something. The fact that this story has no plot makes it super artistic. Trust me. Besides, look at that title. You just know something like that is packed with meaning.

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