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Which was why the thick edge of the bottom of the bottle hit him on the mouth. His bottom lip split in half. Blood and saliva streamed down his chin. Pieces of glass opened unnatural mouths on his face. Then he felt the liquid. The same liquid his parents and grandmother felt. Grandma swallowed some of the gasoline, her mouth open in shock. That was when the strip of fire and ash turned the liquid into heat. Then the heat became pain. The daughter moved away from them, away from the fire. She sat on the floor, her back resting against the door, watching her family beat themselves to put out ...more
The Light of the Fireflies
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