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God dammit. I accidentally left a candle burning in my room last night because I slept upstairs. Grandma and Grandpa kept bugging me this morning before going to church that it smelled like something was burning, but I just said it was the incense I burned last night. Later. I go down to my room. There is a giant trail of dried wax going all down my dresser and splattering onto the carpeted floor. On top of the dresser. There is a giant black spot where the dresser was burnt, along with the macrame cover, and a pile of ashes where all 30 or so sticks of incense had burned. There is a giant black spot above the dresser where the ceiling slants down.
The house could have caught fire. My fault.
I'm in deep shit.
The house could have caught fire. My fault.
I'm in deep shit.