Isn't it funny how one small orange flicker can give you so much satisfaction in the world when nobody else can?
The way it wavers back and forth is magnificent, and it leaves behind a trail of smoke invisible to a naked eye.
The feeling of running a stick across the rough surface of a box is a feeling like none other.
They said she was crazy but was maddened by a flame with red hair.
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credit to gayboyharry for the idea to write this book.
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Fire || clifford
Fanfiction❝What are you doing?❞ ❝Playing with fire.❞ ❝Didn't your mum teach you not to play with fire?❞ ❝Didn't your mum teach you how to mind your own business?❞ In which a pyromaniac stumbles upon an insomniac.
