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So I was calmly depositing my last paycheck in the bank early this afternoon when my cell phone suddenly rings. I answer it, and hear my Aunt Donna's rather hysterical voice on the other end screaming for me to get over to her apartment NOW, because Michele is home alone and it is on fire. I drive over and find the entire neighborhood outside, smiling and chatting and observing, and Michie in an ambulance, a bit shaken up but otherwise all right. She was doing her hair when she saw a spark coming from the living room. Upon closer investigation, she saw another spark, and then her entire sofa went up in flames. She attempted to get the dog out of her house, but all he did was run towards the living room...Michie grabbed her handbag and ran out of there.
They found the dog inside, and tried to save him, but couldn't.
The entire apartment and everything in it is gone. I've never seen anything like it. Everything is BLACK and remains of furniture is all that is there. It smells like shit, too. Michie is in shock. Looks like we have two more inhabitants of 31 Perera Ave, and one more inhabitant of my bedroom.
Remember that kid whose house burned down sophomore year? He's Michie's neighbor. Strangely enough, she had just invited him over and was getting ready when the house caught fire. Maybe the kid brings bad luck.
Anyways, Saturday I'm leaving. Woot.
They found the dog inside, and tried to save him, but couldn't.
The entire apartment and everything in it is gone. I've never seen anything like it. Everything is BLACK and remains of furniture is all that is there. It smells like shit, too. Michie is in shock. Looks like we have two more inhabitants of 31 Perera Ave, and one more inhabitant of my bedroom.
Remember that kid whose house burned down sophomore year? He's Michie's neighbor. Strangely enough, she had just invited him over and was getting ready when the house caught fire. Maybe the kid brings bad luck.
Anyways, Saturday I'm leaving. Woot.