The wind has been so bad it blew the covers of Molly & Alice multiple times. The creepy pothead from next door knocked on the door and when Kathy answered he said "Kella's (I'm disturbed he knows my name) cuv'r fer his motercickle was blown off 'n down the block so ah put 'er back on fer y'all!" Apparently he was looking for a reward or something. As I said, he's really one of those creepy guys you look at like he might have "child molester" written lightly on his forehead. So far he's not ended up in "Crime Times". Anyway, I decided to put the covers back on and then strap them down as good as I could so maybe they won't catch wind and flop around so damn much. Frustrating because now it'll take me extra time in the morning.
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