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                                        Smoke rose from the hot chimney. Dogs run into bright yellow dreams. I covered the vacant lots with my feet and now there are fun and snowy slides on them. Howls from garages. They are tearing apart the young cable in some sense. I go upstairs to the rays of the sun and let my grandfather pass through to the hospital.