It was a dark and stormy night-
"You aren't actually using that?" Rosie stared very hard at Frodo. "Because it's not true. It wasn't stormy, or I wouldn't have been out. I'm not foolish." The 'like you' bit of her sentence was not spoken, but it was implied.
Frodo sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "But it's a good start to a horror story."
Rose crossed her arms. "I am not a horror story, Mr Frodo. It wasn't storming, and it wasn't all that dark, what with the big bright moon and all."
Throwing his hands up in defeat, Frodo crossed out the first setence and began again.
The full moon hung heavy and low in the sky.
"That's better," Rose said, and kissed his temple before leaving him to work.
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