A few hours later the thunderstorm dissipates and moves onto to swreeak havoc oin another town. It’s well past midnight and all I can hear are crickets chirping and the soft footsteps of my feet that shuffleing across the wet surface of the sidewalk. I pull my black hat off my head for a moment to see which street I was'm on.
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