Aaron and I lived in a really small town. We were running around this tiny library researching something. Some old lady, about 60 or so, accused me of stealing one of the books. I clearly pointed out the only books I had used. She was with a group of about 10 or 15 little kids. We were holding onto something pretty important, some kind of electric box . . . Not sure what it did. It started raining so we went home. It was a pretty short walk. We neared our home and our neighbor came out ranting about floods and destruction. He implored us to seek shelter and tried to either follow us or get us to follow him. We were having none of it. Our parcel was too important and he had a tendency to ask too many questions.
Our neighbor from the other side showed up, an older gentleman, and told him to leave us alone. Everyone departed and it began to rain harder. We went inside and took shelter in the center of our house. It was tiny and cramped with stuff. We sat the parcel between us and waited out the storm. It rained pretty viciously, and there was some damage, but we, and our stuff, were unharmed.
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