The electricity went out Sunday night, surprise surprise. In my time of busy work in my house, and trying to turn a paper in, I lit candles in my room to see. Not thinking about the wind, I put the candle on the table next to my bed, like I always do. I turn around to put a shirt on, and the next thing I know my curtains and my window screen were engulfed in a fiery mess. I screamed to my roommate, who conveniently happened to be listening to Gladys Night real loud in her room. After a few shrill cries of desperation, Julia came running into my room with a bowl of water. Hypothetically, I knew what to do in a situation of fire. However, I was so shocked that I kept looking at
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