Monday, September 7, 2026

A sizzling sound, a pop, and thin smoke behind the glass of

  the entryway. 

  "Bedbugs?" Someone joked to a reporter whisking her own hair further away from the (i)development(i). 

  "Is that a wig?" 

  A tongue stuck out instead of an (i)FU(i). 

  "I really think we should get away from this building," a supercalm team lead said as if reporting the score of the weekend's football game. 

  "Why here?  Why this County?" A person charged with the task of generating questions was like a popcorn machine after an energy drink. 

  "And why is the front entrance of this territory literally burnt up?" 

  "Is this a territory?" 

  "Looks like it used to be a school or something." 

  A trash can flaring up into a blazing fire had even more people backing away from the building. 



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