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ma’am your son was where smoke was and where smoke is there is fire ma’am the sky was refined petroleum blindness mariana melted tires ma’am all that was left to save was the charcoal screeching frame ma’am asphyxiation seized him long before the ******* flames ma’am he couldn’t have felt it when the ceiling rafters fell ma’am i rubbed my throat raw just to erase the smell ma’am he was desperate despite the burnt palms ma’am sorry, i’m gonna need you to stay calm ma’am truck sirens scream like people do ma’am we don’t swallow pills we chew ma’am it was supposed to be okay ma’am i’m sorry we were late ma’am loss doesn’t leave ma’am not for grief wait…ma’am? Tom, call 911.
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May 1
May 1, 2026 at 9:23 PM UTC
what do you ******* want me to tell her
ma’am your son was where smoke was and where smoke is there is fire ma’am the sky was refined petroleum blindness mariana melted tires ma’am all that was left to save was the charcoal screeching frame ma’am asphyxiation seized him long before the ******* flames ma’am he couldn’t have felt it when the ceiling rafters fell ma’am i rubbed my throat raw just to erase the smell ma’am he was desperate despite the burnt palms ma’am sorry, i’m gonna need you to stay calm ma’am truck sirens scream like people do ma’am we don’t swallow pills we chew ma’am it was supposed to be okay ma’am i’m sorry we were late ma’am loss doesn’t leave ma’am not for grief wait…ma’am? Tom, call 911.
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May 1
May 1, 2026 at 9:23 PM UTC
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