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The rain rustled the leaves and tapped the roof, a welcome relief from the previous nights' heat. Sonja was pleased because she had repaired the roof herself; dangerous work without a ladder or the regular safety precautions, but she had gotten it done and it didn't leak. Her precious hammer lay next to her mattress. It had made all the recent repairs so much easier, and she didn't want to have it out of reach.
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