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It was all that was left, after I burned down the house. It was an accident, of course, or, that’s what I let them believe but really, I just was curious what would happen. The flames were immense and it burned much faster than I thought, I never thought the whole house would go or that people would get hurt. I was a silly boy. Now, on the anniversary every year, I light a big fire in the ironic fireplace and remember.


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