Girardote #6

One time I finished class, walked towards the staff room, and saw a decent sized fire flickering away. All of the students kind of just walked past calmly, some didn’t even look. Eventually the elderly caretaker came along (bless his soul) with a big leafy branch and started hitting the fire with the branch. The fire was spreading but no one even flinched. The worst thing is that no one knew how the fire started. My very educated guess tells me that the ground just spontaneously caught on fire. It is hell-hot Girardot after all.

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