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Growing up, Lily never liked storms.

Whenever there was a storm, she used to run into our bedroom and sleep with Dale and me.

Sometimes, if we were too hard to wake, she'd just drag all her blankets into our room and curl up in a nest on the floor next to our bed.

She stopped doing that after the divorce.

She was still afraid of storms. She just didn't want to admit it, at least not to me.

So, I'd go and bug her anyway. Tell her the story of old Bowser and howl at her door.

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