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The rain drops dripped in an incessant pattern. Drip. Drop.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Talia could listen to their calming
melody forever. She came here to think, in the concealed grove
of maple trees and other vegetation that was hidden to the other
residents of the booming business industry that was Seattle,
Washington. Talia’s little paradise was located in the more run-
down side of town, that most of the preppy, upper class citizens
avoided like the plague. It had sprouted in the most intriguing
spot, in the tiny, vacant, dirt lot between an old deserted
building, and the cheap inn, whose lights on its sign flashed
inconsistently, with multiple letters always in need of repair.
Today, only a few letters were lit. The various plants now
decorating this previously shabby, neglected space had always
amazed Talia. Somehow, with dry, arid looking soil, and little
care, these plants had persevered, and were now thriving in the
home they had created