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January 7, 2012
I heard the tornado siren at the gas station. It was 1 pm on the first Saturday of the month. As the fuel coursed through the pump, I checked my phone. The text message sounded harsh, but my friend was right. Earlier in the day, I paid the last of my first month's rent and decided to walk by the place I'd be moving into in a few weeks. The place where I met my ex? 6 years ago was over the rail, under the bony maple tree. 'Peace' was hanging on the door. The siren crashed in a decresendo.