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May 7, 2011
Everything was underwater last year, Joe said.
John nodded, following the path that lead out of the forest to a succession of rolling hills. Over the crest of another hill sat an empty stage, nestled up against the forest.
So, John said. What do you want me to do about it?
With that, he lied down on the coarse, empty lawn, pointing at a cloud that morphed from Smokey the Bear into a cruise ship and back again. Joe sat down next to him, thoughtful.
I'm just asking you to give a damn, Joe said nervously.