No Particular Order

He liked police and liked criminals too but what he liked most were oriental artifacts. His house was full of them and he loved them all the same way. What often troubled his mind was the thought of what to save in case of fire. The inevitable occurred and on the 14th April 2010 a fire which started trivially from a mint cigarette developed into an enchanting oriental fire that sparked in colour whenever it encountered his hidden oriental spices. He tried to think about what he could save but he couldn’t help loving the colours and rhythmic tap dance of the fire (tapping at every little explosion). He soon grew fond of it and started worrying about what to do if the fire had to ever die off. He died happily within.

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