The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

Tornado!

So I woke up at 5:45 a.m. to the sound of rushing wind and rain and that dreaded sound that can't be described. A few minutes later, this happened. No damage done to our house, everyone is safe. Just a pile of trees across the rear fence and damages around the neighborhood.

Guess who bought a new chain saw today?







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