Here goes nothing

And here is my first never-before-seen first draft:
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Apartment on Cloudy Night

Because it’s dark without, turn out the lights.

Among other things, turning out the lights has the power to make music louder, loud enough, for example, to drown out the sounds of both dancers’ feet and their whispered words, so be extra careful walking back through the living room, or else you might collide with A.-M. and D., and then H., stretched out in the love seat with wineglass in hand, would laugh, and you’d feel her laughing eyes fix on yours.

Of course, none of that can happen if there’s lightning.  If there’s lightning, you’ll see the shadow ribs of the window blinds whip the depth of the empty room.

But as long as there’s no lightning, the music will grow louder (listen for it!).  Go gently.

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I'm becoming more verbose by the hour  :(  yesterday's piece was 100 words, and today I needed 128.  I really need to read this one again:

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For Sale

By Ernest Hemingway

Baby Shoes, Never Worn.