I was coming ہوم from my mother's funeral in Las Vegas, Nevada; she had been murdered. It was a ماہ long stay, mostly in court, and I was tired and glad to go ہوم to Los Angeles, California. When I went around the last corner, (my house was the third on the left on a ہل, لندن in Hacienda Heights), I saw a black بادل of smoke rising up from my side. The house was blazing the colors of furious anger, and there were about five آگ کے, آگ trucks with men heavily dressed shooting white streams of cool water against the crackling beast that was in reality my house burning to the ground. When the flames...
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