The fire crackles mad. Flames shoot into the pitch black sky, bright orange and red. Sparks fly. Smoke hoovers like fog.
“Can we just say home is home? It might smell a bit and have unwanted guests. And be a little dank when it rains and not have all the amenities one might want, like doors, or windows, or heating, or toilets, a kitchen, or running water, or cable TV hookup, but sometimes its what it does have that counts, am I right?”
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