I sit on one of the chairs in Dr. Archer's office, watching the fire in his fire place flicker and dance. Fire was the most beautiful thing in the world. How it glowed gently and the smell. The soft crackles and pops when controlled, and the loud roar of one out of control, beautiful but dangerous. I mess with the little matchbox in my pocket that I managed to snatch from Dr. Hitchens. I sigh. One week left of this damn asylum and I'm free. I look up as you walk in and smile Oh, hello.
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