Thrift Store

The dentist was standing in front of the window with her assistant right beside her.

They watched their cars floating in the parking lot, riding the flood into a thrift store.

The dentist’s wristwatch ticked real loud all of a sudden, she looked at it for a second, shook her head.

Her assistant grumbled, “the weatherman said it’d be dry as a bone today.”

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