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Water. A colorless, transparent, odorless liquid that forms the seas, lakes, rivers, and rain. It is the basis of the fluids of living organisms. You can do many things with water. You can use it to sustain yourself. You can swim inside of it. You can drown in it. If it's hot enough, you can melt away in it. If it's cold enough, you can freeze in it. But once you use the water with other materials... that's when it gets interesting. You can make beautiful things. You can make porcelain clay. Due to its delicate, soft nature, it is not easy to shape and requires moisture throughout the shaping process. Without enough water, porcelain can quickly dry out. But there has to be a balance. Too much water will cause it to lose its shape.

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"Oh, I left the water running again."

She stepped out of the bathtub, skin pruned after soaking for hours. The water had begun to overflow while she was sleeping, forming a puddle along the side of the tub. She was lucky her apartment hadn't flooded, since she'd only been in there for a few hours and the overflow drain had done its job for the most part. But the tiles were still wet, she could slip if she wasn't careful.

Before she dried herself, she tossed the towel on the floor and stomped on it with her foot, making sure it soaked up as much as it could. Her bathroom tiles were checkered hot pink and white, and the contrast between those colors and the dull, teal towel made her grimace. She picked it back up off the floor, wrung it over the draining bathtub, and tossed it into the towel basket. She'd clear up the rest of the water later; right now, she just wanted to find some warm clothes.