I looked up from the book curiously. She was standing there with a stern look on her face. “Do you mind?” she asked rudely. Truthfully, I didn’t. She was now annoying me. “That is my seat,” she continued.
“I doubt that,” I replied as I went back to the book. It wasn’t until I smelled smoke that I realized that she set my book on fire.
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