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By Christine Anne Piesyk | September 8, 2006 |
“Do you have a copy of …” the Red Cross worker asked.
“Oh yes, I have that … oh no I don’t; mine’s a bit charred.” I replied.
A second later, I thought to myself: “I can’t believe I am joking about this one small thing in my radically altered life.
Yes, my services handbook was toast — crisp, charred, blackened like a Cajun style catfish fresh off the grill. My family’s entire house was char-broiled, crispy, crunchy and most definitely blackened. We had a fire. «Read the rest of this article»
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