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  • The pilot light flickers as it sucks the last of the gas from it's holding. It struggles to keep the constant flame just long enough to warm the family one last night. A young girl and her mother huddle up on the patch work couch, mended so many times its almost beautiful again. Layers of flea infested ratty blankets seal in spirits as shivers escape. Their mouths chatter like castanets breaking the sounds of the night wind howling at the windows. In a gentle gust the flame retards leaving with the last morsel of a timid night. Things will worsen.
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