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Connie walks over to get a better glance at the now burnt, but alive criminals. She realizes that she reconizes one of them, which severely damages her, she begins to cry...
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| That's my neighbor Mrs. Winstons' son! Oh my goodness, this is too much for me! | |
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As the sounds of fire engines fill the damp, night air, and her burning house warms her, Connie continues to cry.
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| Waaaaaaah! *sniffle, sniffle* | |
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