Antonio MachadoI thought my fireplace dead and stirred the ashes. I burned my fingers.
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I thought my fireplace dead and stirred the ashes. I burned my fingers. It was cold in my house, so I took a match to my fireplace to get some heat. As the flames rose higher the cold seeped into my fingertips.
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