It started in my house during a terrible thunderstorm. My mom, dad, wife, best friend, and Hillary Clinton chatted as the storm got worse. Then a tornado warning siren went off and we all ran into the basement bomb shelter. I grabbed the dogs. Things outside continued to get worse and I desperately tried looking up the weather forecast on the internet. Hillary remained calm and collected until I reported that two giants aliens had started fighting in the river.
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