Greg Gutfeld leaned against a truck loaded with relief supplies, eyeing Karoline Leavitt. “Man, these Texas folks need us,” Greg said, voice heavy. “
Homes gone, families split—we gotta get out there.” Karoline nodded, tossing a box of blankets into the pile. “Yeah, I’m in. Let’s hit Kerrville, hand out food, water, whatever they need. Maybe lift their spirits too.” Greg grinned slightly. “You bring your mic?
Might need a few words to keep ‘em going.” Karoline chuckled, “Always. Let’s do this—show ‘em they’re not alone.” They climbed into the truck, ready to aid the flood-stricken families.....
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