Lacking love, the lonely soldier called out to the trees, “Is there an answer?” He scratched his head. His name was Jack. Jack was standing outside his house, in the yard. He walked over to the well and took off the cover. He looked down into the well and shouted, “Well? Is there an answer?” He bent over and rubbed his knee. It was humid today. Earlier in the day, it had rained. It felt like it might rain some more before the day was over.
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Jack walked over to his car and reached into his pants pocket for his keys. He pressed the remote button to unlock the door. He pulled the door open and stooped down to get into the driver’s seat. He put the car key into the ignition and revved the motor a little bit. He reached up to the power switch for the radio and turned it on.
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Jack had put down his dog, Ralph, just the other day. He missed Ralph. Ever since then, Jack had been in a fog. He guessed he was probably depressed. Jack turned off the radio and switched the car off. He got out of the car and walked towards the house. He opened the back door and walked through the laundry room and into the kitchen.
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Jack was feeling sort of hungry, so he opened the refrigerator and looked around. There wasn’t much in there that was ready to eat. He closed the fridge and walked over to the cupboard. He opened the door and saw a bag of tortilla chips. He was in the mood for something salty, so he took the bag and sat down at the kitchen table.
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He ate a few chips, and then decided he’d take a nap. He walked into his bedroom and turned down the sheet and blanket. He took off his shirt, then his shoes and socks, then his pants. He felt a little bit of a chill, then got into bed. It had been a rough week. Jack had lost Ralph, then had a busy week at work. He was ready for a break.
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Stumbling along the sidewalk 