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Unformatted text preview: down my face. I looked like a thirteen-year-old coal miner. We fought it for 45 minutes before we decided to call the fire department, which wasn’t really a fire department more of a bunch of bored farmers. We continued to fight it with no success, every time we would almost get one side out the wind would gust and the fire would come back even better than it had been before almost like the fire was laughing in our faces. We just continued to fight it before long we were all covered as I had been but the only one with the tear streaks were my cousin tanner and I. we had not stopped crying the entire time. By the time that the fire department arrived there was at least 30 acres gone what was once a great plain was now a smoldering sheet of black. i looked around at all the smoke and began to cry...
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This note was uploaded on 04/23/2008 for the course ENG 101 taught by Professor Baker during the Spring '08 term at Johnson County Community College.
- Spring '08