PLAYING WITH FIRE
Playing With Fire
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It’s just an ordinary door. I mean, there’s nothing weird about the door itself; it looks like every other cream colored, six panel, door in this twenty year old colonial style we call home. When you were little kids, it seemed reasonable. There are some things you don’t want your littles messing around with. It…