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clarissemcclellan451 Clarisse McClellan

The fire roared. The sound of support beams breaking and glass shattering, our house was being destroyed and engulfed in flames. Sitting in the neighbor's yard I watched firefighters try to put it out. I loved to watch houses burn. This wasn't the first time our house had burned down. It also wasn't the first time I felt this fear. Not a fear of losing important things, or that someone might still be inside. No, my fear was being caught. That somehow I would be exposed as the arsonist that I am

  Nov 08, 2022, 07:05.
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