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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