There was a bonfire in the middle of the yard.
That evening, I smelled smoke.
There was a bonfire in the middle of the yard.
My father stood beside it, throwing in armfuls of my mother’s clothes.
I ran down the stairs. “What are you doing?”
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There was a bonfire in the middle of the yard.
That evening, I smelled smoke.
There was a bonfire in the middle of the yard.
My father stood beside it, throwing in armfuls of my mother’s clothes.
I ran down the stairs. “What are you doing?”