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We work all night.  We dig ditches and tunnels, pitch tents, put up lean-tos and shanties, stretch out tarps…  Anything to protect ourselves.  There is some scuffling over what exactly is the best approach.  But there isn’t time enough to come up with a perfect plan.  Just a good one.  And we barely make it in time.  The rain comes.  The warm, sticky, creamy rain of alfredo sauce.  And strands of pasta.  And strips of chicken.