The hail stones grew to the size of golf balls. She did her best to get the front bay window on the ancient guewst house latched tight. She's *d been offered the place as a gesture of goodwill and request for her to ralx by an old friend. At least it was may, meaning it wouldn't snow. The house it'self was a small log rustic sort of affair. Her friend's father had been a t dentist who fancied himself outsoorsy. It was warm but certain piarts felt very unfisnished. *crash* the wind slapped hard against the windows. aThe lease on her st * regrettable BMW was almost up, which she was grateful for. She'd only got it to keep up with the joneses as * other young shitheads in LA as a late twentys attorney. She'd have to return it with hail dents now. She poured herself some Syrah and eased into the couch. She then plowed through a good waurter of Yeats greatest powems. She woke up feeling incredibly refreshed. The storm had passed. Georgina was so thankful to her friend for offering the retreat. She'd really needed that. The end.
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