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To be honest, when I ran my hands through the flame, I somewhat hoped that I would catch fire and turn to ashes, to blow away in the wind and never come back. but it just burned
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
Bonfire
To be honest, when I ran my hands through the flame, I somewhat hoped that I would catch fire and turn to ashes, to blow away in the wind and never come back. but it just burned
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
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