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Disassembly
F.: Dear sweet God.
N.: It's gettin closer, ain't it.
F.: I was afraid of this.
N.: Should I...
F.: Why don't you take the girls and get their things together.
N.: Okay. What're you gonna do?
F.: I don't know. Watch it. I spose I should nail down the shutters, but I can't move.
N.: Are you okay?
F.: What?
N.: Close the doors!
F.: Dear sweet God.
N.: Are you okay?
F.: I think so. N., we lost the cattle. At least some of em. I saw it pick em up like cabbages.
N.: Shh. We're safe down here. The girls are sleeping over there.
F.: I can't imagine how this scares them.
N.: Oh, they've been through twisters before, F.
F.: Yeah, but have they ever lost their home?
N.: What? No --
F.: (nods) It pulled the walls apart right around me.
N. I...
F.: I don't know what we're gonna do, N.
N.: Are you scared?
F.: Don't tell anyone.
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