I was coming trang chủ from my mother's funeral in Las Vegas, Nevada; she had been murdered. It was a tháng long stay, mostly in court, and I was tired and glad to go trang chủ to Los Angeles, California. When I went around the last corner, (my house was the third on the left on a đồi núi, hill in Hacienda Heights), I saw a black đám mây of smoke rising up from my side. The house was blazing the màu sắc of furious anger, and there were about five ngọn lửa, chữa cháy trucks with men heavily dressed shooting white streams of cool water against the crackling beast that was in reality my house burning to the ground. When the flames...
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