Ice Storm

A blue sky suddenly turned stormy this afternoon. As I headed home from work in the cab with Fran there was a violent hailstorm. This made me and my tics overreact massively, which culminated with me sticking my finger up at the window shouting, “Swear at every hailstone!”

This was a tall order, even for my overenthusiastic tics.

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