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and it burns, burns, burns...

wide awake two hours too early from a cloud of smoke in the kitchen and, oh yes, the fire alarm. and the evacuation of the entire building. and one more of our kitchen pots scalded to bits. i will need a nap this afternoon.

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  1. i know. what in the world is right. angela has insomnia, apparently, and decided to make a pot of ramen at 5 or 6 in the morning. then forgot it. all's well. nothing burned. there were just clouds and clouds of smoke.

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  2. Well, I suppose its better than setting the place on fire... At the "girls" apartment (opposite of the "guys" apartment where Chris used to live) one of the girls ran into the kitchen to turn on the kettle and turned on the wrong burner. She started heating up a pot of leftover oil but didn't realize it... until it burst into flame. Smoke alarm goes off, said girl runs into kitchen and attempts to put out fire with water, which won't work since it's oil. Other roommate runs in, covers pot with lid, grabs fire extinguisher from neighbors and puts out fire but only after the fire had spread and burned several electrical wires in the kitchen wall. And after they charred the top of their stove, their kitchen wall, several cupboards, and the entire kitchen was covered in thick black soot. And Chris wanted me to move in with these girls when I was looking for a place to live... :-)

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  3. your wisdom in not moving in with them exceeds that of common folk.

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  4. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!! I needed that laugh... oh my... funny...

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