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It was a dark and stormy night, when I thought of this over used cliché to describe the weather. I tapped away at the wooden frame of my bed to make a more soothing beat to the pounding rain, booming thunder and the whipping of tree branches that promised to lash out at any living or non-living thing that dared go out on a night like this. I'll be damned if it didn't sound like Camp Town Races. I came to the conclusion that lying awake at who knows what time in the pitch black of early, early morning wasn't the best pass time, so I slowly sat up on my sorry excuse of a bed that's creaks were drowned by the roaring storm just outside. I