I was coming घर from my mother's funeral in Las Vegas, Nevada; she had been murdered. It was a महीना long stay, mostly in court, and I was tired and glad to go घर to Los Angeles, California. When I went around the last corner, (my house was the third on the left on a पहाड़ी, हिल in Hacienda Heights), I saw a black बादल of smoke rising up from my side. The house was blazing the रंग of furious anger, and there were about five आग trucks with men heavily dressed shooting white streams of cool water against the crackling beast that was in reality my house burning to the ground. When the flames...
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