We've had a string of those tornadoes that only affect children's tricycles. Sweep through mighty powerful. Winds up to 80. They only suck up tricycles. Throw them clear across the county. Leave everything else untouched. From the leaves on a tree to the hairs on your head. Like nothing ever happened. Perfect. Cept now your tricycles are flung and mangled every which way. Awful. It'll pull one right out from underneath you. Nature doesn't care about your pleasure ride. This is business.
And from the looks of it, we're easing up on that 17 year cycle of flooding that only affects guys named Bill. Whole town does shifts walking around them, holding up garbage bags.
Can't knock it. That's how I met Alice.
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