Yesterday all sorts of alarms and sirens went off all over Flint because supposedly a Tornado was about to form. We were told to head to the basement, put our heads between our legs and kiss our asses goodbye. Well, the basement part, anyway. But it never happened, which meant that the sickly, oppressive sultriness never went away. This persuaded me to risk a swim today. And actually, once you were in the water, it was perfect.
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