
“I told you to get that damned junk out of the shed!” Raindrops began to fall over the dry property. “You’re lucky it’s raining, mother-fricking-nature just bought you another day to get this garbage out of here before I burn this rickety piece of crap to the ground.” The considerable man stomped away through the mud, “if this isn’t out by the time I get home tomorrow, it goes up with the rest of the scrap!”
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