July 1, 2016

We were in a house in the middle of the city with big windows and my classmates had come over for lunch. My mother was showing everyone how to walk on the ceiling fan after laying down metal platforms.

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I was walking through campus and thought about how I had to write an e-mail to an incoming freshman who aspired to be a writer. I thought that I should tell them that I wrote comedy skits. Moments later, the building next to me was burning and the flames ahead of me looked like a bomb had just gone off.