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'Tap patter patter, tap patter tap, tatatata patter patter tap', it sounded from somewhere.
Erin woke up, blinked a few times and rose from her bed.'tap patter patter, tap,...'
Maybe the noises were made by raindrops that fell into the gutter?
'tap patter patter, ...'
She went to the window and peeped through the curtain, her special obfuscation device.
"Yes", she told herself, "the rain. That must be it."
But, resting upon her mattress again, she pondered, why the tapping repeated so steadily.
She dressed, went out into the darkness and
discovered Iain, who practiced tap-dancing in the barn.

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