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“Will you meet me halfway?” “Of course.” “See you soon.” “Soon isn’t soon enough.” After a hot and humid day under the sun, there had been enough moisture in the air to fuel the formation of a super cell.  The bow echo came in from the west, promising relief from the call of summer with a price.  It barrelled through sometime after night had fallen, when the city was lit by streetlamps swaying in the wind.  Pouring rain made everything slick and lightning shook the tallest buildings still under construction, but at least the air felt cooler for a moment. Once the rain had pitter-patte