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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Heat
I opened my eyes and found myself sweating like crazy.
“Why is it so hot in here? Where am I?” I thought to myself.
This heat was killing me, I needed to get out.
Below my feet was a rectangular hole, I put my hands on both sides of wherever I was and slid out as fast as I could.
Upon getting out, I saw my family. Their eyes were filled with horror.
They immediately left the room, I didn’t even get a chance to speak with them. What was wrong?
I turned around and saw a small pot labelled “ashes” with my name on it.
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