The Echo Chamber XIII

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The “rules” are here.

26904: Unaware of ominous weather forecasts, I set out on my nightly run and am overtaken by a summer storm loping across the hilltops on spindly, jagged legs. I break into a sprint, fearing the scratch of sharp, electric toenails. Hurray! I’m home!

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