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It's a good thing we didn't, say, send him to spend the day with my dad at work. That would have been awkward. Especially when they found his new Zippo lighter in his pocket.

The funny thing is that about a half-hour after the fire started, we turned into this neighborhood and smelled smoke (like, even I could smell it, and I was completely congested at the time. It smelled like burnt marshmallows, oddly) and my mom was all, mmmmmmm, smoke. Naturally it turned out to be the actual fire instead of someone's fireplace or something, because who the fuck lights their fireplace when it's 110º?