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Created page with "The air was thick as I walk up towards my house. It was a crisp winter evening. I slammed the door behind me and welcomed the heat of the kitchen on my skin. I called out for Steve, my godfather. There was no reply. That was strange; he is usually home by now. I shrugged it off and wandered into the kitchen just in time for the microwave to finish cooking my popcorn. I followed the noise towards the machine. As I pressed the button and the door swung open, smoke poured..."
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