#65 New comers

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I couldn't sleep at all last night.

Picture this, a loud storm. I don't know much about thunderstorms all the much considering where I live. It was pretty rare to have a absolutely terrible storm. The ones that keep you up at night as you slowly peak at the window, debating either to attempt to fall asleep or give up entirely.

But this was no storm.

The new comers were snoring louder than any of the few storms I've heard. It wasn't the two of them, just Isabella, so instead of not being rude, I just went and soon fell back asleep.

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