The front porch made a weird creak when the wind blew now, drove Chelsea Conner nuts even though she knew how lucky she was.
Maybe too lucky.
There were three big stories from the tornado-there were always stories from a tornado, even if they were just mini ones that ripped off the roof of Len Thompson’s shed while his chocolate Lab was dumping a litter in it.
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