And remember. That's the version of that story that I'm willing to tell.
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Winds keep shifting around, driving the fire south from sunset into evening and north during the day. Structures threatened. A mess. Dangerous mess.
Do you have my Muskox? I can't find it. I'm starting to wonder if the manhole swallowed it, or maybe the moles? Anyway, I can't find it, and it annoys me.