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The Fire I’ll Never Start

As I look back over my shoulder, I think how much I hate this house. I would burn it to the ground if I could. I imagine myself standing in that frigid attic bedroom and pouring petrol onto the bed. I imagine striking a match and watching the flame dance dangerously close to my fingertips before flicking it casually onto the duvet. I imagine the whoosh as it catches and the sudden surge of heat. I imagine standing there for a moment just…