Dark and humid, humid, humid...
The rooster crowed and crowed.
David visited in the park. We spoke of foxes. He asked my name.
The dogs stopped and stared into the woods. They watched and waited, but nothing appeared.
They lost interest and we went home.
The Count:
17 cars
one rooster crowed over and over and over again
2 dogs barked
Running man ran by
One other walker in the park
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