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Mr. Andrews’ Ford Mustang was stuck in the mud, ruined. The floors downstairs in his house were soaked and many of his neighbors’ homes had been condemned with orange pieces of paper declaring the structures unsafe.

He said he had driven around Atlantic City earlier in the day and things didn’t look so bad; but in his own neighborhood, where churning floodwaters ripped up sidewalks, toppled trees and decimated homes, things were different.

“Look around,” he said. “We got destroyed.”