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He ripped off his gardening gloves with brutal force, tossing them onto the lawn. That blasted tree. It had taken a full hour to clear the debris from his prized tomato patch. It had completely obliterated the fence. And the stupid homeowners insurance wouldn't cover the full cost.

His face was flushed. The sun felt like a blowtorch on his skin. He imagined the smug satisfaction on Mr. Davis's face, the owner of the fallen tree. He could just picture him, lounging on his porch, sipping iced tea, completely unconcerned about the chaos he’d caused.

He'd deal with the tree. He'd deal with the mess. But first, he needed a very long, very hot shower.