The other day I was feeling a bit bored so I made a couple covers for the story that I started working on.
Standing under the only low-lit street lamp Xiomara looked both ways at the quiet street lit only by the light of the street lamps. Sighing to herself she moved out from under the lamp as the light became brighter again. Even though it was warm out Xiomara shivered as she walked down the middle of the empty street.
"Xiomara stood under a low-lit street lamp on the side of a quiet street. Sighing to herself, she moved away from the lamp as it began to brighten. She walked down the middle of the empty street, shivering despite the warm night."
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