When I was a young boy, 12 or 13 years old, I lived down in Sarasota, Florida. My Favorite thing to do in the summer was to fly a kite and I used to do it right in the street in the subdivision where I lived. I would start out in the street and inevitability I would end up flying the kite in one of my neighbors yard. On one occassion as I was flying the kite standing in the yard I noticed a wierd smell coming from the neighbors home. On further investigation I also found that the windows were a dark color and they showed signs of heat with black soot above the window on the exterior of the house. With my heart racing out of my chest I got my kite down, which seem to take forever and ran around to the front door. I knocked on the door over and over again trying to get somebody to a...
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