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Irma - Idiot Control Now
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mellowcandle
mellowcandle
Irma
We stuck it out during Hermine last year, but don't think we'll take our chances with this one. We're heading north and hoping there's a hotel somewhere before Tennessee.

My grandma and uncle are hunkered down in Fort Myers, so if you want to send good thoughts, I'd ask you to please send them their way.
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