And Along Came Thunder

And Along Came Thunder

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As the thunder boomed loudly up ahead on the dark street, I had a flashback of what my mother used to say to me when I was scared of a thunder storm: "Sweetheart, don't worry the thunder is only the gods bowling up on Mount Olympus." Little did I know, that I would soon discover she was right.
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