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The heavy low rumble came from over the hills. I counted under my breath waiting for the next wave of noise. Five seconds, that meant that the storm would be just over my sister's school, I wondered if she was pretending to be brave or bawling like a baby.
The field, which just last week was full of stalks of straw that came up to Holly's chin, was now empty with just inches of scratchy stumps remaining.