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"Tick!" A very clear voice fell in Old John's ears. He stretched out his little finger in disgust and plucked his ears. There is nothing in the ears. The sound was very much like raindrops, the kind that fall from the mouths of gargoyles on the eaves after a silent night of spring. Old John put down his tool box, walked to the window, and looked at the sky. It's a nice day! The blue sky, not a single cloud. That's really weird! The sound of raindrops started this morning. At that time, it was also cloudless. The window next to Old John was round and paneled with glass.
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