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The wind blew too hard that night, I thought. 750 miles per hour, killing thirty-one of us. It was just to good to be true to believe that that wind was created by natural causes. Thirty-one. Too many. Eight kids and the rest adults. Everyone hid underground that night, and I thought everyone was safe. I was wrong.
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It was cold and dark. I had to find shelter. I saw an abandoned restaurant and thought that that'd be a nice place to wait out the storm at. Little did I know that I wouldn't be allowed to leave. Ever.

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