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Despite knowing that fire can sweep through a house in like 4 minutes, we assumed a false alarm. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. It went off again! I could hear the alarms start in the south part of the building and, like a wave, reach our room. “Oh, this must be real.” I jumped out of bed, slipped on my pants and Crocs, donned a baseball cap, grabbed the room key off the coffee bar and headed out the door. In a muffled southern drawl, Gers muttered a joke about a smoker jonesin’ for a grit and gathered more pillows around his ears. I left him to die.
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