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“You shouldn’t put yourself through this now.”
She ignored his plea and stepped out of the car into the cold December air.
Standing in borrowed clothes before the charred clapboard skeleton, she took tentative steps forward in the rubble.
She felt confusion and frustration at being lost in her own home.
Finally, she found the playroom and fell to her knees, hands sifting through the burned remains.
There – underneath a broken rocking chair – the children’s toys.
A hand on her shoulder held her back. “Don’t do this.”
Her teary eyes met his. “It’s all I have left.”
Susan Jarreau - Of Dreams and Disasters 
You illustrate so well to terrors of house fires.
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Thank you. I’ve never been through one. I can’t really imagine the emotions, but I think it’s probably quite devastating.
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Heartbreaking. Great writing.
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Harrowing. You wrote this so well. Congratulations
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So sad. You tell the story vividly.
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Splendid work. Well written and calls forth such emotions.
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Thank you
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Beautifully told tragedy
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Thank you.
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