PrettyFakes

What’s this she
says. Those are for
storms, we just
screw them down when
it gets rough.
Just plywood? she mumbles,
knocks gently.
She’s from New Jersey.
Yeah, we call them
Biloxi shutters, I laugh as
The rain taps out a
martial beat on
the old window unit.

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