Practice fires: infinitely cooler than real ones. All the burn without the destruction of a home. Plus, the fire fighters let me hunker down in the doorway while they practiced before the flames got too bad. I had a safety shadow. He gave me two pieces of advice: stay low, and don't puke. The smoke is pretty nasty.
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