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i called you hurricane, and you called me weather girl; i laughed in your face and you tore down buildings. i called you soft and you erupted into a category five not even i saw coming. i saw you, a tornado hardly spinning with its feet barely off the ground, spluttering around in search of your perfect storm. i saw you, feet planted in the ground like a safety net, like one wrong move would send you hurtling towards the sky. built from the start like a chain reaction, i watched you sweep backwards through towns with populations i could count on two hands, watched you try to build yourself back up in all the destruction. i watched you, like i knew it was coming. after all, aren’t i the best at predicting storms?