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Oct 01, 2006 11:27

There's a smell of smoke and burning things in the bar, near to the door.  And there is a red-haired woman there as well, reclined on a chair, lighting small scraps of paper on fire and watching them burn.

And if you look closely, you will see that fire does not go out.

Ever.

fire, mary anne bell, sands, josiane, peter venkman

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