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June 12, 2009
The evening sky was heavy, heavier than she’d seen it in a long time. The clouds, thick and dark, had a threatening look, as if, if they could speak, they’d be insulting you and swearing at you with a neverending barrage of profanity.

Tiph liked nights like this, nights where it got dark well before it was supposed to, where you were a little apprehensive about what was coming, even though you knew it would be good.

Chrrrkoocechrrrkerker. The first thunder.

Tiph locked the house, exiting through the back door, laid on the grass, and waited excitedly for the deluge…