The holidays were upon them again. The old run-down houses in the student part of town were, for the most part, quiet and dark. The majority of the college students had gone home for Thanksgiving, and wouldn’t be back for another four days. A dry snow drifted to the broken cement unassumingly, sliding across the street as the wind blew. The neighborhood was—dare it be said—peaceful. Well, except for the sofa on fire in the middle of the street. But even that had its own sort of comforting rhythm about it as the flames crackled in the cold air.
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