Everyone knew how long and hard the rain had fallen, but Rock didn't expect this. He was at his big brother Jim's house in suburban St. Louis, and Jim had just called from downtown to say the city was underwater. "I mean, this is bad," Jim said. Rock could feel a rumble. He looked through the living room window to see an endless line of eighteen-wheel trucks rolling north from downtown along Central Parkway. "Jim, you might want to talk to Karen," Rock said. "It looks like every truck driver in the midwest knows the way to your house."
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