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Forecast of Doom

Eliza took Taylor and Bonnie downstairs to the basement. She reached for a metal chest that was hidden between piles of debris.

“The thing I’ve needed to get my trident back was down here for all these years?” Taylor snickered.

“Seriously, doofus, when was the last time you were down here? You are always dodging laundry duty. I don’t think you’ve even stepped a foot in this basement.”

“What? Sometimes a guy likes to wear the same pair of underwear more than once a week,” Taylor joked.

“Dude? Gross!” Bonnie said as she stepped back and looked at him like he was covered in manure.

“What? I clean them every other week,” he said with a

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