The Return of Stormageddon
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Ongoing7m
Last published Tue, Dec 9, 2014
The rain pounded on the windows. nonstop. pitter-patter, pitter-patter. It hadn’t stopped raining in days, and I could barely remember the last time we had clear skies.“Looks like we’re having rain again tomorrow. And a few more wet days ahead of us before winter chills start to blow in from the north.” The weather man’s job seems worthless to me, all you have to do is look outside and you can see what the weather is like. Step one foot out the door and you can feel the chill, or the heat, if it’s the warmer summer months.The noise from the television faded into the background as I turned on the coffee pot. I reflect on earlier today as the slurping of my Keurig blends in with the rain and the monotone sound of “AMMN’s best”. Trinity Wells’ voice was soon drowned by my thoughts.I’ve worked and HoF for as long as I could remember. The House of Fraser has seemed like a second home to me. My dad used to tell me stories about when his mate worked there. I've never met him, but the Doctor seems like a great guy...
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