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Complete Tue, Apr 3, 2018<5 mins
Written for the writing prompt: 'the building was on fire and it wasn't my fault'.
Evie and fire are friends. Best friends. They understand each other like no-one else. But sometimes Evie says things that she shouldn't, and fire gets mad. That's when things start to burn. It wasn't Evie's fault that the building burnt. She just wanted to stop the clicking and fire gave her a helping hand...
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