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all I could hear with screams going in the moonlight. Huge orange flames filled the night sky as the reached uncontrollably. The place gently met the skyline without so much as making a disturbance to the vast cosmos as peaceful as it met the night sky, it was causing anarchy on the ground. Chairs and wailing project loudly and contented with a crackle off the flames. Ah, child could be seen from outside on the second floor, banging on the window. She couldn't be heard, but it was clear she was begging for help, begging for the mercy of God open the window, a mouth into nothingness. I couldn't be heard because I could barely breathe myself. I looked down at my black ended hands as a kind soul raised a breathing mask to my face, the motion off her small hands, hitting the glass where frantic at first but started with slow. The room she was in got brighter and naturally, the blinding light of fire to go over a sudden crash from the glass as the window blew out. One could only assume the flames and loved the girl as nothing compared to style from the size off defeat from the men firing the houses into the flames. They said the fire had the hallmark signs of our son. Someone meant to be heard. These kids. Few people made it out, and when they did, they joined the clear off, coughing, crying and spluttering. I scanned the area and could see the bodies of Children scattered across the area. Summer jumped from the ire, flows off the building in panic to meet a swifter end. Odd ALS who had made the same jump, lay next to them somewhere into moving one waas. I recognized him and he was screaming in pain is to be able on producing through Strauss her leg. It must have been a bad landing, but he was breathing. The servicemen ignored this ply, focusing more on the Children in need. Serves him right. I call it karma. Even