“Fuck, it’s freezing out there!” Johnny announced as he jumped inside and shook himself down, causing water to spray everywhere. “I’d say it’s time to batten down the hatches and get the rubber dinghies out, girls. The weather’s gone to shite.” “Says the genius running around in a storm for the last half a bleeding hour,” his mother quipped. “We’re on the orange alert for flooding, you know. Fourth one in a month.” “You know I’m no quitter, Ma,” Johnny shot back, holding up my shoe in triumph. Twisting in his seat to face me, he arched a brow and said, “Tip for next time we do this?” His tone
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