I started to cry. She fell to the needle-carpeted path with a squawk of surprisedoutrage. Lazytendrils of smoke were still rising from its ripped length. The ree fridge-a-rator people.
She said for me to stay where I was. Thunder rumbled again, a long, lowroll that sounded like the snarl of a huge dog. If we had been in hertrailer at that moment it would have been no contest. Telling the hard news didn't take long (it rarely does):Stor-row was coming up tomorrow.
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