Session 4 blog post
The snow fell as Tom waited in the flat. The phone rang so he picked it up. He listened, crossed the room, picked up a suitcase and went away.
After it was silent, I fed the sharks.
Before it was snowing, I had my breakfast.
Whenever it was a strange request, I took my time.
Incase there was a bad smell, I took a gas mask.
Since there was no one there, I played my trombone.
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