Story disclosure: This is an original fictionalized story created for entertainment. Names, dialogue, images, timelines, places or events may be dramatized or recreated. The first thing I heard wasn’t the crack of the windows or the groan of the roof. It was a boy screaming, “Biscuit’s still in there!” He was standing barefoot in the street, wrapped in a blanket that kept slipping off one…
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