Karen opened the door to her apartment and stepped out onto the small front porch to water her plants. The mail carrier was walking down the stairs to the next unit as Karen came outside.
“Looks like rain,” the mail carrier offered.
“Looks like rain,” Karen repeated.
Karen went back inside her apartment and lay down on the couch in her living room to watch Netflix. Later, she ignored two Latter Day Saints on mission knocking at her door.
It looks like it’s going to rain, there’s not much else to say.
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