July 29, 2011
It started off as a normal afternoon at the Ruins.We packed up and drove out for an afternoon of G-rated fun.
Zander skulked off and was gone for a while. I didn’t think much of it, but all of a sudden, Tillie leaped off our blanket and took off running.
“STOP RIGHT THERE!" Tillie’s voice was deafening, even from far away.
"What do you mean?!”
“Put that down, Zander!” Tillie shouted, “NOW!”
“Why should I?!”
“You know exactly why!” Tillie shrilled, “did you think I forgot? Get the hell away from that fire, or so help me!”
“C'mon Til,” Zander said, “it’s fine!”
“That’s what pyromaniacs say! Give me the damn fuel!”
“No!” Zander gleefully proceeded to pour the fuel on the fire before Tillie could get to him.
The fireball that was formed could probably have been seen from space. It was probably a fucking miracle that no one was hurt. Or at the very least, singed some hair off.
“I FUCKING TOLD YOU!”
“No way, that was awesome!"
I didn’t find out until later that Zander may or may not be a recovering pyromaniac. I’m surprised Til didn’t straight-up murder him.
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