That night, after getting my policy, I set fire to the house and started
through the woods to town, two miles away, where I managed to be found about the
time the excitement was at its height. With cries of apprehension for the fate
of my parents, I joined the rush and arrived at the fire some two hours after I
had kindled it.
Ambrose Bierce
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Disquiet
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I want to live there.
Looks like it is far away from the annoyance of people.
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