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A Tornado Coming In A Poor Neighborhood What did you find out? I asked my wife. She said nothing. I said it hasn’t stormed. She spoke it does not matter. The TV is not working. Must be another storm I said. The sky was darkening quickly although it took a half hour for everything to get thoroughly black. Booms came from the west. Big Jack from across the street called and said I should beware. A tornado was coming. I asked from where. He said he did not know, and that I should go down the basement. I told Jack I had none. He said what. I hung up. I told my wife to be ready to get under the bed. She said where was that. I said the one in our bedroom. She said oh and got her jammies on. I told her not to moan or worry, that we would be fine. From next door kids started to yell and say no school. Arthur Lang came over and wanted my gun. I said Art I sold it. He said that was stupid. For some reason I closed my garage door. I asked my wife to tell the kids if I died that I did love them an awful lot even if I was black and ugly poor. Daniel Gallik
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
A Tornado Coming In A Poor Neighborhood
A Tornado Coming In A Poor Neighborhood What did you find out? I asked my wife. She said nothing. I said it hasn’t stormed. She spoke it does not matter. The TV is not working. Must be another storm I said. The sky was darkening quickly although it took a half hour for everything to get thoroughly black. Booms came from the west. Big Jack from across the street called and said I should beware. A tornado was coming. I asked from where. He said he did not know, and that I should go down the basement. I told Jack I had none. He said what. I hung up. I told my wife to be ready to get under the bed. She said where was that. I said the one in our bedroom. She said oh and got her jammies on. I told her not to moan or worry, that we would be fine. From next door kids started to yell and say no school. Arthur Lang came over and wanted my gun. I said Art I sold it. He said that was stupid. For some reason I closed my garage door. I asked my wife to tell the kids if I died that I did love them an awful lot even if I was black and ugly poor. Daniel Gallik
Hey everyone, I know how it is to be dumb and poor.
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Ohio
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
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