Cosmic Knight
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Dale Magruder, age 42, 6-3 tall, ex football player, still active.
Brown hair, cut short, brown eyes.
IC
They said it was not a hurricane, but I knew better, that fucking wind ripped away my shingles, took the whole damned roof off, and the side wall, bringing it down on the garage. It was a good thing that my late wife Tanya had a thing about insurance. I suppose it was because she had lived through a couple of tornadoes as a girl. Anyway, we was well covered, and I thanked the Lord, and Tanya of course, it was just that we had no place to stay.
All credit to the insurance company though, their guy Brad had fixed up for me and my son Jake to go stay in a gueat house on the edge of town. Said it would take about 2 months to fix up the house an all. Not only that, but it would all be free, the insurance company was paying, which suited me down to the ground.
So we got in the pickup, and drove over to this here guest house. Brad said the woman who ran it was a Mrs Wing, and that she was OK.
Then again, what was OK to him.... ya know?
We stood on the porch, me and my boy, and I rang the bell.
Dale Magruder, age 42, 6-3 tall, ex football player, still active.
Brown hair, cut short, brown eyes.
IC
They said it was not a hurricane, but I knew better, that fucking wind ripped away my shingles, took the whole damned roof off, and the side wall, bringing it down on the garage. It was a good thing that my late wife Tanya had a thing about insurance. I suppose it was because she had lived through a couple of tornadoes as a girl. Anyway, we was well covered, and I thanked the Lord, and Tanya of course, it was just that we had no place to stay.
All credit to the insurance company though, their guy Brad had fixed up for me and my son Jake to go stay in a gueat house on the edge of town. Said it would take about 2 months to fix up the house an all. Not only that, but it would all be free, the insurance company was paying, which suited me down to the ground.
So we got in the pickup, and drove over to this here guest house. Brad said the woman who ran it was a Mrs Wing, and that she was OK.
Then again, what was OK to him.... ya know?
We stood on the porch, me and my boy, and I rang the bell.
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