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4/11/2002 0 Comments Fiction: FiresuiteMy house burned down on the day that the World Trade Center was destroyed. It started as a small fire in the kitchen when some oil caught alight, but there weren’t enough firefighters to come out until it was too late and the fire couldn’t be contained anymore. Considering what happened that day it’s hard to feel angry at the lack of response, but I lost everything I owned that day, with the slow motion erasure of my past beginning as the embers cooled. I have collected pictures of those two towers since that day, kept safe alongside my other photos in a fire resistant case kept under my bed.
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4/3/2002 0 Comments Fiction: Unreliable MemoirsSo Im sitting at work yeah and its another day another day and Im looking at my computer and day dreaming really cos its one of those days and an email pops up with that little ping it does when Ive got a new message and I take a look and its from this girl I know and that makes me happy cos I quite like her you know and anyway the email is to invite me to a party tonight for some friends of hers and it asks do I wanna come with her and I say sure even though she cant hear me cos its an email silly and I smile and I send a reply and in my reply I say sure cos I am smart and can use a computer and everything after John showed me how.
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