There were around twelve people standing outside our house. For a second, I wondered if I was still asleep.
Then I recognized them.
There were around twelve people standing outside our house.
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The previous afternoon, I’d been carrying two plates toward table nine when somebody screamed, « Fire! »
The apartment building across the street from the restaurant was burning. People were gathering outside. Smoke was pouring from a second-story window.
Then somebody yelled that a child was still inside.
I put the plates down.
Somebody screamed, « Fire! »
My manager, Greg, saw me heading for the door.
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