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  • The flames spread across the house. Soon, they were licking the leaves of the same color above. The fire, after devouring everything available to it, lay smoldering. Residents’ carelessness burned what sheltered them, and their charred bodies’ failed escapes left them framed in their wasted, mistaken lives.

    I ran. I ran to avoid being framed in mine.

    Looking back, that was the autumn of my life. And now, freezing, I wish I could go back to those warm summer evenings before.
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