One day, March 17th to be exact, (I’ve read the case file many times) I passed Meranda Cleaners as usual. I was coming home from a very normal day and as usual, I felt the fire flare up as I passed the sign. I kept walking as I usually did, waiting for the fire to die down. It was taking longer than usual. I had been home now for nearly an hour and it still hadn’t gone. In fact, it was still as strong as when I had passed the store.
My decision wasn’t some over-dramatized, drawn out affair. It was quite casual. I just got up from the couch and walked right back out the door. I would quite literally fight fire with fire. By the time I reached the cleaners it was dark and a faded “closed” sign hung on the door. I’d like to say that I burned the place down with the raging, angry fire inside me; and that’s what it felt like. But the truth is, matches work a lot better.
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